(from the napowrimo prompt: write a poem that:
Is specific to a season
Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”))
In a cloud of dark blue
Hyacinth sugar
I bend to root out
a dessicated lily stalk
without cracking it’s
brown, brittle paper—
a clump of dirt comes
too, rich, black loam.
And then I stand to
survey with that staff
in hand, thick cardinal
tweets and trills to
herald the shepherd
and the dawn when
worms writhe forth
to the calling warmth.
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