NaPo WriMo: Day One - Ghosts

Day One of NaPo WriMo. I've finished a second draft of a poem I started at the weekend after a visit to the quaint city of Canterbury. It's based on the Sunday morning when we woke up a little groggy, stopped at the shops for essential picnic items and sat by the river inside the castle walls for the one hour of sun that shone that day. It's called Ghosts, as a reminder of the seasons passed.

Ghosts

We sit,

On cranberry blankets,

And watch ghosts of snowflakes fall from the sky.

We sit,

On Moist grass with dampened legs

And watch ducks clean themselves in dirty water.

We sit and we watch

Kids larping over the river

Children with ice cream around their faces

Couples cuddled into every corner of each other.

We sit and we watch

Others watching us,

Wrapping our legs together,

Remembering how only a few months ago we did this to stay warm,

And now we do this because it is warm.

We sit,

And we watch,

Ghosts of snowflakes fall from the sky,

And think of the ghosts ahead.