Ensign’s Log, Entry 20: NaPoWriMo Day #19, Poem #6

I wrote this poem while in the car yesterday… It just came out of nowhere while I was watching the scenery pass by, thinking of the coming summer.

Like a feather
Lips brushing my cheek
Under fire blossoms

It feels rougher to me than my normal poems, but at the same time, I’m okay with that. I scribbled a few variations in my notebook, but this one felt right.