NaPoWriMo #4

Today's prompt was to write a lune. I wanted to write a little series of them. Here they are!

Lunes for the Morning Commute

 

Begin with skeletons

Of huisache in January, snapping

Of twigs underneath

Your weight. Stand,

Taste sunrise on your lips

Be a shadow

The morning silhouette

Surrendering to warmth, the green

That always comes

Almost a miracle

that brings a yawn up

from the belly

of your being.

The rain is only sweet

At winter’s end,

The water welcome

only in your parched mouth,

dry like Texas.

This is you:

A catkin on the branch

About to burst

Waiting for wind

In March, for hungry bees,

Swarms of monarchs

that time brings

to a trickle. The air

is pollen thick,

the heavy clouds

hang above, a periwinkle sky

slips its tongue

into your mouth

and lets the rain fall

on thirsty ground.