Prompt: fill out and use the answers to the “almanac questionnaire” as the basis for your poem. (I followed this one very loosely…)
It’s a day that should belong to the end of the year
not the heart of the second season
The crispiness of autumn air
secreted from shivering spring blossoms
The sidewalk a model of combination skin
hiding beneath the curtain of cloud
The construct of time deteriorating
I lived a thousand lives once
on days almost like this
sitting outside with notepad and pen
facing a field
on a swing
on a wooden bench
on a trampoline
in the grass
anywhere I could turn away
from man-made edifices
toward simpler eras
I was a horseback rider
caught up in mysteries of time
I was a young man
finding his first love
I was a detective
chasing an unsolved case
but my adventures always left
unfinished
The setting sun is nature’s alarm
to awaken fatigue within
A colder wind demands attention
leaving no room for fragile reflections
Each breath invited into contented lungs
brings a silent prayer of gratitude
Flowers are not the only offspring of a persistent April rain