The sun is changing now for night–
a pink delight.
I watch it fade
When darkened clouds turn dapple-gray,
I’ll turn away
with aching heart.
I’ll fall apart
’cause NaPoWriMo must erase
my happy face
the day we met.
© Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
This poem is in the Minute form and it’s the last of 30 poems for NaPoWriMo in the month of April. It’s been a busy time and I’ve had fun. Thanks to everyone who has viewed my poems and/or “liked” them or left a comment. It’s been a great adventure, good discipline, something to look forward to each day. Now, back to my short story. Never a dull moment for a writer and a poet!