April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: #6 for April 6th.

Dear Mx. Ogir,

It is bitterly cold today, with gusts of wind making it difficult to walk. The sun encourages me that warm days will return soon.

I thought I could hear the wind whispering your name. The clouds reminded me of your beautiful face, your jet black hair. I could picture your dark brown, sultry eyes, with thick eyelashes and the natural black eyeliner circling your eyes. I spotted a patch of pink tulips swaying in the breeze, reminding me of your perfectly pink, cupid’s bow shaped lips with their natural light brown outline.

Do you miss me? What do you miss most?

Love,
Camilla

Dear Mx. Ogir,

On my walk today the sun was shining, the warmth fueled me with energy. The sky was an azure shade, I think maybe Celtic azure, with no clouds. I saw three butterflies, western tiger swallowtails. They are such stunning creatures.

I heard the song that played that day in the car. It was your birthday. I was driving, we were going out to lunch, and then to the museum. Do you remember?

It was a delicious day. We had fun, behaving as if we were teenagers, sneaking kisses and hugs when no one was looking.

I think of you often. Do you think of me?

Love,
Camilla

Camilla Downs, 2024

**Prompt: Write an epistolary poem to your future self, or to someone else, or something else. An epistolary poem is a poem that reads as a letter. They are often titled Dear (name of intended recipient or idea).**