Happy Monday, everyone!
Second to last day of NaPoWriMo. What to do to celebrate making it through? Hmmm. I'll have to plan something exceptional. Have any plans? What will you do to celebrate NaPoWriMo's end?
As for today, there is still poetry to write and read! This piece is unprompted, aside from the beach trip I am still processing (obviously).
A rolled-down window.
A sky more ballroom than ceiling,
clouds swaying their minuets through its dome.
The coastal brew of saltwater and fertilizer,
a piquancy shivering lungs and nostrils.
The chill of a breath blown through pine,
softening the sun's toasty burden.
Needle-furred tree limbs aquiver.
The countryside dappled with dappled hide,
jaws that while away the daylight.
A crow pecking Morse code in splintery wood.
An unknowable bulk slipping through the grass,
flitting between straw-gold overgrowth.
Glimpsed then gone.