As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
On #Day10 Spring is absolutely here, and I am slowly beginning to feel human again, so here’s a poem about being in nature as the seasons change, and appreciating that poetry can be a great way to express your gratefulness. As a whole I find nature work a hard ask, mostly because most of it either makes me cough or itch. You experience will vary.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
Transition each place where tree’s remains fade into whiteness brush stroked, defining canvas, daybreak builds: another early start, intent presents itself bark under hand, material of purpose stitched to now, as hearing strains to comprehend crackle, decomposition underfoot, let winter break hold willing mind above, skyward salutation sky as shower-head, rain’s smell cleansing tired mind; this greyscale, mottled world, colour washed moving from mud to sky, in morning gloom