For today’s prompt, write a poem that uses the following six words: bump, embrace, fixture, howl, lonely and resolve.
Spring is closing in around me.
The leaves droop claustrophobic
from their branches— an unwanted
embrace on my walks through the woods
which until recently were expansive,
lonely and gray.
Invisible webs across the path.
cling to my arms and face,
draping me in new found death.
I’m sure the spiders would howl,
if they could, when I plow
through their best laid plans.
Tree pollen in my eyes, dog poop hiding
in the grass— why do people love Spring?
I only used three of the six words. Sue me.