Composed 4/18/16
Description: For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo. Obviously… I’m not yet used to warm weather.
I woke up today to a blinding dream
Even the grass sings sunshine songs
The air is light and pale and fresh
As the outside breathes into the room
My skin feels new as if
Pleasure has just caressed my cheeks
People chatter and birds softly sing
A drowsy, pure reality
I’m numb with the glee, indeed
This must be a dream
Composed 4/14/16
Description: The seasons bring dramatic change to every day things. For Day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
The hill was once infested
With the purple vines of a witch’s curse
Now summer fairies bless it
And green springs from the earth
Composed 4/14/16
Description: For Day 13 of NaPoWriMo. A snapshot from today.
I walk out
And there is sun!
Blanketing the streets in a rare warmth
Crowds mill in smiles and sunglasses
Flirting with their shorts and sandals
I can barely see them
They radiate
But the aura is infectious
Even music plays
Relaxing and summery
From an open car door
You can’t help it
You walk down the street and feel
Alive
With the magic of a thousand summers gone by
Composed 4/8/16
Description: For Day 8 of NaPoWriMo (yeah I’m keeping up)! Today’s theme was, you guessed it, flowers.
What are cornfield flowers called?
Many call you pretty weeds
Small, violet blooms that spread
In river roads up once-tilled treads
What are cornfield flowers called?
All I know is that you bring me joy
How often do we pass by purple
Oceans as we’re driving by?
What are cornfield flowers called?
Unknown, unloved, ignored by most
And yet here still you grow,
Dressed in Jesus’ robe
So which death will claim you first
The plow or April snow?
Composed 4/1/15
Description: For Day 1 of NaPoWriMo! (It’s only a little late…)
I don’t know why I am
So scared to dream
In this warm and promising spring
Perhaps I’ve spent too much
Time in the dark
My heart has crystalized
A product of such a barren winter
Shielded and unable to feel
Even the sunlight does not feel real
I guess I’ve grown too used to the shade
I no longer shun its solitude
Didn’t I once love the sun?
But
Faced with spring’s sudden glare
I balk
Composed 3/10/15
Description: Inspired by a place I drove by that day.
Step with me through the cemetery
Where the snow still falls in spring
Hear the hissing, howling wind
As ancient voices sing
Step up the slippery hillside
Weave though the homes of deceased
Sweep your fingers over the stones
You might just bring them peace
Composed 5/2/14
Description: Today is my last day of classes in undergrad. While walking to my class, I noticed that the bright yellow dandelions that I always found so charming and friendly on the shaggy green hill had all turned white. And they had just been so bright yesterday. I couldn’t help think this was meaningful.
The dandelions turned white
Overnight
An ominous way to say goodbye
Fly with the wind and multiply
Composed 4/28/14
Description: (Day 28 of NaPoWriMo as promised) I hope it storms tonight….
A calmness settles in the air
‘til lightning strikes and static flares
I feel the build in every hair
and jump when thunder booms and scares
Of its power I’m well aware
And yet this brings me no despair
I am cautious, I do beware
But its wonder leads me to stare
I laugh and curl up in my chair
and sit and watch within my lair
The view is better with a pair
Encourage the storm if you dare
Composed 4/23/14
Description: (Day 23 of NaPoWriMo) I was struck by everything I saw blooming today. Everything suddenly seems to be bursting in color as if to shout to me, “Yes! It really IS spring!”
And yet, despite the vibrant joy nature demonstrates at the moment, I still feel a little fuzzy and… disconnected. I should be as happy as the scenery around me, but… I’m just not. I’m graduating in just a few weeks, and, while that’s wonderful, it’s forbidding and sad too. And that’s when I noticed that the beautiful, freshly blooming trees already had petals scattered all over the ground.
This spring I am
The magnolia trees
For
Even in their silken white splendor
They weep
Composed 4/15/14
Description: (Day 15 of NaPoWriMo) It snowed today.
Thick dustings of white rest on grass, freshly greened
Icing thick tulip stems and red budding trees
Chance flurries drift down as the new robins sing
Like God saying have some Christmas for your spring
Scraps of Paper 