to write a poem each and every day,
beginning now that March has passed us by
and ending just before the start of May.
The prompt provided two ideas to use.
To write of a beginning was the first.
The second took an ending as its muse,
and option three was both, for best or worst.
I chose the last, to see what it would hold,
and found them both quite eager to appear,
describing how the challenge will unfold
and leading to these very words right here.
As for the sonnet form, it's simply fun.
And thus has ended poem number one.