I'm going to be doing, or at least attempting, NapoWriMo this year, which involves writing a poem a day throughout April.
Day 1
Tap. Tap.
A branch on the window,
wind-whipped, beckoning
to distant green hills.
Yet I stand,
watching the hills recede,
breathing the wind,
until the sun breaks through.
Like hope after a dark night.
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
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