NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 18

A day late, today's poem is from yesterday's NaPoWriMo prompt. My starting poem is Jane Kenyon's Song (which begins, "An oriole sings from the hedge..."). Simple Pleasures Those hidden drops, forgotten seeds, fragile flower-filled absences that hill, valley, stream cannot contain: The simple pleasure of the long familiar. So lucky to be not forgotten but …

Communing with Jane Kenyon

Not Writing by Jane Kenyon A wasp rises to its papery nest under the eaves where it daubs at the gray shape, but seems unable to enter its own house. Communing with Jane Kenyon I’ve done a lot of not writing this month, I’m disappointed to say. April was reasonably productive – the NaPoWriMo muse …