How are you doing with your poem-a-day challenge? I've been using my sister's drawings as prompts, and this is my favorite from the second week:
slants through the sky
and night crawls across our bed.
You climb in with your warm hands
and in the falling light, we listen
to the wind move through the day’s memory.
What needs forgetting?
We know night by its absences
and there is no sound
but the rain and the wind
and the small click of your fingers
as you pull in the green all around us.