Day 11 (Write a poem in the first person that makes a definitive statement. Stand behind something you believe or tell a bold lie. Either way, embrace what you have to say.)
I Love You
The way you gather sunbeams
in oceans and wheat.
Your wrinkles dug by rivers of time
You dye your hair when the seasons change.
You let the moon rest
among valleys and peaks.
Your skin foraged
to fed my greed
Plowed, mined, fracked, and bombed
yet you give your abundant gifts
while I only ask for more.
Streams fill my belly
sunsets my soul
My tread so heavy, you probably don’t know
I confess my love every night under your blanket of stars.