I used my local Stroll of Poets prompt today to come up with a poem that contains anaphora (deliberate repetition in the first part of the sentence), and combined it with the Poetic Asides prompt calling for a poem that includes nature.
Normal, daily walk to check the mail,
the reluctant groan of the hinge on my front door,
the neighbour’s dog alert-barking at my movement.
Normal, the steady trickle of melt water,
crows cawing and soaring in a clear sky,
the shhhhhhh of leftover leaves rustling in a tree.
Normal, the teenager slapping a puck against his garage,
an older man raking his newly exposed lawn,
two small girls happy-screeching in a backyard.
Not normal, arriving at the mailbox,
staying two metres back while another woman collects her envelopes
fearing what else she, or the postal worker who delivered this, carry.