Caveat: Poem #617 2018-04-08, 03:15 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction Well, snow in April!The bold flakes tasted the air…but spun out, failing. [daily log, walking, 1.5km] Previous PostCaveat: Poem #616 Next PostCaveat: Either a cry for help, or a strange joke… or both