The Daily Prompt got me again….POW, right in the kisser. Here’s what they want: National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at an end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.
Air flows in circular patterns,
over the crushed brown grass.
Blades slowly stretch from the earth,
as Spring has finally come to pass.
Trees blossom and new life grows,
reaching from outstretched limbs.
Birds crest on upward drafts,
they are the promise of summer’s warm winds.
The chill of the night air recedes,
giving way to the heat of the sun.
Mother Nature has blessed us,
Her beauty is not to be outdone.