First line is the prompt. Not sure if I will always use them, and I have a feeling some of these poems will end up being silly haikus about beer, cats or coffee, but anyway … Day 1 is out of the way.
Draws ahead of the day
Drains the light from the sky
Gravel beneath you
The pines bend close
The lake whispers secrets to the sky in fractured light
The air smells of snow and things waiting for daylight
The lake whispers things you used to know
But have since forgotten
Slowly the moon sets into the wild
The world wants you back
Grainy photo from my last trip to Maine. I thought of this scene when I saw the prompt.