April, National Poetry Month and National Poetry Writing Month, is over. Poetry happens every day, so why not here, sometimes?
Reddish head and breast
Announce feeding time, order
The usual, please
Little pink house sitting on the corner
Paint fading over the years
Your garden’s thistles feed generations
Of bees, butterflies and finches
Lace windows smooth life’s sharp edges
Diffuse the brutal midday sunlight
Your threshold offers shelter
Wrapped in memories of children’s laughter
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 30