Napowrimo 2016 Day 18

Well . . . I looked at the prompt for day 18 and . . . never wrote or posted a poem. The prompt was to write a poem using the language of your childhood . . . which I was unable to remember, which is strange considering I'm only 23. Instead, I'll attempt to catch up by offering this simple poem I composed in my head inspired by some gaillardia or indian blanket or whatever you call those beautiful wildflowers.

Each spring
The world adorns itself
With blossoms

Happy Spring!

-Sharon