NaPoWriMo Day 6: Today’s prompt springs from the form known as the aubade. These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells, but . . . today is Monday. I squint and groan It cannot be How did this (b)light Wash over me? I thee do swear … Continue reading (B)light: A Mondayish Aubade