Three short springtime poems from my adventures tromping around outdoors this week. Cut After so much grey, brown, white, the smallest green shoots stretch upward in joy. Cringe as an ugly drone sounds, the mower cuts short the spring. Maple Sprouts Delicate small leaves a grove of hopeful seedlings on the forest floor Gatherer A… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 6, 7, & 8
Another throwback poem to another season! Tiny feathered spark of bright songs. I think myself superior in my house. Yet you are still filled with so much joy in the cold.
A dead leaf floating on the still, sun lit water. Ripples radiate, responding to the gentle winds pushing the small ship.
Two scoops of matcha. I warm my hands as the smell of past breakfasts stokes memories from a spark into unstoppable flame.