NaPoWriMo 2026, Day 13

I really had nothing and was just about to get another coffee, when the window brought a gift!

another monday, the thirteenth
the same dread, wondering what’s next
fix and drink another coffee
and sit down waiting for some words
out the window I know where each
buffet of clover is pouring
each pool of sweet green organic
marked by a groundhog, or a deer,
a stream of hungry mouths, hungry
for green, for sweetness, for that first
delicious bite of soon-summer
chewing, chewing their mouths go round
but already their eyes are fixed
on the next harvest at their feet