No Excuses

I’m sorry I was late today,

I really don’t know what to say.

Could blame the traffic or the clock

—but that would be a bunch of crock.

The sky dawned bright, for once, not gray

I’m sorry I was late today—

a moment in that April air

prompted me to tarry there.

I stopped to gaze upon the trees,

and ponder possibilities…

I’m sorry I was late today

the new spring blooms got in the way.

I’ll plead the 5^th and then recuse,

(there really is no good excuse)

I’d rather stay outside and play…

…  I’m sorry I was late today

© Ginny Brannan 2019

From a suggested prompt from a previous year for NaPoWriMo: to write an apology. The format is called a Quatern.