Friday, 8 April 2016

NaPoWrMon - Day 8

Here is one I wrote earlier! Yes, this is a bit of a cheat, but time-wise it's all against me again. Today's prompt is to write about flowers. Well, this is near enough. This poem goes back to the time I worked part time at the local hospital (clerical side). I'm afraid there was a lot of staring out of the windows and writing of poetry (as happened in a couple of jobs!). This tree stood outside the window and I wrote about it often!

Spring Willow

As spring sneaks in
catkins cling limpet-like,
vying for attention. Like little children
they encircling her, following
as she bends and sways.
Soon they will blossom and mature, leave
on the whim of the wind.

Once more she’ll be alone.

image from Photobucket

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