Woohoo, I’ve been at it a whole week now.
Day 7: Take a short walk outdoors in your surrounding environment. When you find an object you identify with, write a poem using the image as a metaphor for yourself or your life.
Of no great notice but
shade offering against summer’s rage
and firm against all but the sternest winds
At least the local dogs seem fond.
True, there are more spectacular trees.
The oak down the block is 70 ft high if it’s an inch.
It turns on the first day of October, perfectly pitched red
Then there’s us, still green all too late in the season
unblooming come April, when all others
snow down pink and white petals to delight the world
Outmatched, outwitted, outdone.
But - we are here. We are close.
And we are doing the best with what
ungenerous nature gave to us.