NaPoWriMo: Day 2

Those April mornings
As dew clung to my nightgown
And grass prickled my feet,

The earth tempted my tongue:
The tender taste of clover,
And yellow woodsorrel,

With its soft citrus;
Dandelion’s earthy bite,
And the nutty tang of violets.

I explored the world
Through taste, savoring flavor,
Consuming beauty.

I’ve since discovered,
Your tongue moving against mine,
That I haven’t changed.

Day Two Prompt:  “Write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office.”  This started out as an attempt at that, reminiscing about how my friends and I, at age nine or ten, would wander out into gardens and seek out clovers to chew on.  Things sort of went awry from there.

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