On a good day, I wake up with a poem (or at least the start of one) in my head. Today, I found one as soon as I looked out the window. It started with "Snow is on the ground. Snow is falling still." But "is" is such a boring verb, and daffodils are so much more interesting, specific, and springlike than the ground. I tried out a dozen or more verbs before I settled on "doomed" after I went outside to inspect them. They are now delightful in a vase inside.
I'm posting a new poem each day for National Poetry Month. Read on to see more. Note that they are not necessarily final drafts. Even after I post one, I keep thinking about rhythm, alliteration, and all those other good poetry tools.