A humming bird darts past.
Hovering in front of a flower.
Drinking in the freedom of the air.
I stand in my confinement,
in the fortress
as microbes assault the ramparts
Flitting emerald bird flies to
the camellia panted for mother
after we gave her back to the earth.
This is the first poem I wrote the the NaPoWriMo. I have been able to get one for everyday and likely won’t post everything I write, but I actually liked this one so here it is.