NaPoWriMo 5/30: Country
Country Early summer is a curious child rubbing supple green leaves between her fingers, deeply inhaling spice from a rose, staring dead-on into a dragonfly’s eyes. Early summer is anticipation, rolling in soft pasture grass, purpling fingers with muscadine juice, searching the woods for a maypop vine. Early summer lives in my chest, spreads to my fingertips, ends up on this page. *** Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: “Write a poem that is based in the natural world.” Continue reading NaPoWriMo 5/30: Country
