Description: WDBWP’s poetry prompt came at the perfect time. It’s theme? Mood.
Yesterday I was in a good mood. In such a good mood that I wrote about it. And then I saw the prompt. Fate.
Yesterday I got what felt like the first taste of spring. Instead of twenty, teens, or below with patches of snow (which has been the average over the last few weeks), we had sunny and seventy. I felt like a different person. I could go outside without a jacket? I enjoyed my walks to class? Had sixty, seventy degrees always been this warm? It was culture shock. But a very, very welcome shock.
The day was so beautiful and glorious I knew I had to capture it in writing somehow. The result is found below.
How can I capture the beauty of this day?
I could run through the field
Stripping off clothes in laughter
Until I was free in my skin
And I would dance through the valleys for hours more
Just warm in the sun
You took my home
And made my haven my prison
And then you opened the door
And I dashed
And dawning leaf-flower crowns
I could leap through tall grasses
And chase dust in the wind
I could climb every tree
Satisfy all desires
No one to hold me
No sword to smite me
Just my own body falling