Once again, I’m writing a poem a day in support of all the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) writers in their challenge to produce 50,000 words in 30 days.
From the window, I watch you become
inflamed as if shamed by the sudden
rush of your own beauty. Not long ago you idled
in the heat of summer’s yawn, camouflaged
in tender verdure. I thought this was your true
nature, but now I see the way you draw the dew
within, shed what won’t last through winter.
~ Pamela L. Taylor © 2013