wind whine through willow and wire hiss of snow past yellow grass-- overture
Old man foot prints in frost on the worn road to Mother’s how many times?
She prays: “the rainbow— It's the full promise of god!” He sniffs the wet earth. In response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt word: petrichor. And the Word of the Day Challenge kin .
Snowing. Grass stems bow the only sounds: hissing wind And last summer’s chime
The blizzard whines through willow, bends the whole thicket, but one last leaf fluttering loose
To see hunter's moon slide door open and startle— deer shadows, gone.
under this lonely moon bemused by a solitary goose 'wonkg'— wanting the perfect V migration
Late. Aspen leaves rustle shake glints of harvest moon— GeWongk of geese fades south. In response to the Ragtag Community WoD: panoply
Hot wind, leaves rustle, flash green then silver with sun— Christmas tree lights! copious
Like imprinted ducklings— they follow her swagger across campus— these poetry undergrads Prepared in response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt: sequacious