NaPoWriMo Day 3


Warm rays of sunlight penetrate
my sealed eyes. Light breezes tousle
my hair like a playful toddler, while I listen
to a bird-song melody play over the steady
rhythm of lapping waves. Eyes now opened,
discover new shades of green
at every glance.

My senses, awaken from their slumber,
find spring has arrived.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

My poetry skills are in terrible need of sharpening, but what better way to work on them than participating in NaPoWriMo? My hope is that they improve as the month progresses.


sunlit grass, bird song
     squabbles, runny noses
a new day begins