poem-a-day . . .

forsythia

I’ve been writing a poem a day since December 1st, though I’ve only posted a few. Most are still in progress. They begin as observations and grow into¬† poem-fragments, and eventually become poems. Here is an observation-fragment from a recent walk.

 

Painted with yolk-yellow sunshine,
the forsythia blooms 
drip their excess
onto the daffodils poking up
beneath them.