Challenge: For this last poem, end on a note of hope.
The cedar dances again waking the maple whose leaves give off an invisible hiss breaking free from winter’s bare skin in red tufts that unfurl at the speed of light while pregnant clouds hang over promising baptism and the grass beautiful uncut hair lies lush and waiting for mounds of tight daffodil to add yellow glee to the scene now a rabbit leaps in to nibble the stumps of stubborn bushes and I tap this out in the same spirit of natural joy capturing a taste of renewal feeling myself melt just a bit into the earth’s yearning its delicious hope
One thought on “Day 30 (the last day)”
Beautiful = your words that flow onto the page
Inspired = your commitment to 30 days of poetry
Real/gritty = your lens on the world
Well done Laurie!