It’s my favorite month. National Poetry Month. I try to read a poem or two a day during National Poetry Month. It’s not very hard, so this year, I’m challenging myself to something a little tougher.

Write a poem a day.

Post it here.

Yeah, I know, not smart to post raw stuff, but I’m determined and not many people read this anyway. So today I dug deep, and here you go:

End of Daffodil Season

By Michelle Garren Flye

Thick, yellow air.

Breathless.

Sun warming,

Breeze chills.

Tall stems sway

Shrivel.

Die.

No more buds

To love.

Yellow blossoms

Are gone.

Winds promise

More fun.

Soon.