Ode to Mud Season

Toward the end of March, the grip of winter begins to weaken and signs of spring begin to appear. And I am reminded that—when things don’t go as planned, when small dreams are unexpectedly derailed—that life comes in cycles. It pours rain for days, then finally it clears. Old people die and new babies are born. Friendships wither only to have new ones take their place, bringing new richness to our lives. Yes, potential is everywhere, in every seedling and every cell, just waiting to manifest itself.

About Smallpeace

Michele Karas is a poet, essayist, and longstanding professional copywriter, who currently works for a top-five US book publisher. Her poems and prose have appeared in literary journals, including Tinderbox, THRUSH, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Narrative magazine, among others. Michele holds a BA in Journalism from San Diego State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from CUNY, The City College of New York. Find her on Twitter @small_peace.
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