Start every line with “n” and can’t repeat “n” word again in the poem.
No letter “a”
Nipping winds chomp my toes.
Novel in my tightened grip.
Nothing thick, but something to flip through.
Noon’s sun burns blissfully.
Nude dirt collides with deep green-blues.
Nibbling sun emissions on my skin.
Napping on towels dirtied by the hours.
NaCl tickling my nostrils, drying my lips.
Night will come soon, but for now, I sit.
Next day will be even lovelier.