From the NaPoWriMo hub:
Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive! Happy writing.Now, while of course nature is alive, would it be a stretch to consider the incorporeal season of spring as something not alive?
Well, that's the stance I took anyway.
Enjoy, and have a great second week of NaPo!
who couldn't love you?
The sky, dome of brightening azure,
takes every chance to glance through clouds
and marvel at your beauty.
Each tuft of variegated green
you sway through the thawing rhino-skin
of birch, oak and maple,
curling into sunlight
with a stretch and forest-wide yawn,
thankful for that satyr-piped rouse
so easily lost among the birds
likewise singing your flourish.