April is National Poetry Month. I always enjoy taking the time, each day in April, to jot down a few new poems. I will be following the prompts onhttp://www.napowrimo.net/
I am a few days behind, but I will catch up. For day 5, here is a poem about nature.
As I round the bend, I know I am almost
Soft pines hang along the roadside,
while rock hard mountains reach for the
In the spring they are covered in
in the fall they wear a much more
and of course during winter they shiver
The bridges that stretch out along the
offer easy passageway to either side.
I've crossed them thousands of times on
The smell of the upstate air is a bit
not heavy like the city, nor salty like
It seems to fit in place, a warm
Whether driving, flying, or arriving by
the ground beneath can be giving in
hard in others, but always solid and
The night sky is one of my favorites.
I see Orion's belt, I see my sign;
and I imagine the battle to protect the
Maybe I don't think about it everyday,
maybe because it is too familiar, but
when I stop,
I don't have to think; my senses tell
me I'm home.