Yesterday I received my copy of Writer's Digest. This month's poetry corner was on Quaterns: 4 quatrains, eight syllables each line with a refrain. I skimmed the article briefly before heading out to the mall to buy a birthday present for my mother and was immediately hit with three lines that would make some Quaterns. In the car I jotted down this one from the first line that struck me:
I went out running this morning
I went out running this morning.
The fresh air moved my feet along
the black, buckled asphalt pavement
in the early morning sunlight.
Other runners greeted me as
I went out running this morning
with the promise of summer's kiss
lingering on my sweaty face.
I could hear the sparrows singing,
saw puppies pull their masters as
I went out running this morning
at the end of the spring season.
My spirt felt renewed, refreshed
as the squirrels and bunnies played
on manicured suburban lawns.
I went out running this morning.
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