November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Day 1

prompt: "matches"

From my Writer's Window

All day, the word strikes small flames

but no fire takes hold, to inspire or

to smoke out Virginia's angel of creativity. 

I follow the flight paths of fledgling golden

honeyeaters, and joy flickers, consumes.

Who needs matches when the loquat tree

offers a feast, and bottle brushes inflame?

Even the pink native blossoms offer

a view so inflammatory the back yard

translates into burning questions about life.