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.
