It's Still Life

 
In the Mossy Yellow

In last year’s flower pot, grassy overgrown,
mossy, yellow as lemons’ rain,
or peel, or pollen
cupped on the cusp of spring,
a nest round and deep, soft as a
mother’s breast.
Was a bird.

Day 26: Senses NaPoWriMo

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.