Daily Prompt: Generation
The secret to the
(at least temporary)
one a neighborhood street over,
one across from me,
their repertoire comparison in full fledge;
a deepest dark blue post-twilight sky
with brightness just west
and a few lightpoint stars overhead;
while crickets strum the file
and a lazyslow plane with tandem wing lights
buzzes high and summer in the darkening sky,
and a slight cool breeze plays my face
as I porch-perch until the cookie timer buzzes inside.
For the month of May, I will be posting something daily, namely some kind of respond to The Daily Post’s daily prompt or some other prompt, unless a poem or post visits me of its own accord, unbidden and welcomed.
Another gorgeous poem. Thanks for sharing the secret. “and a slight cool breeze plays my face”
Man, I love that line.
Thank you! I loved that breeze last night! It spoke of so much hope.