Promptly 4 and 5

Wayfarer

Wayfarer

Bird of endless summer, I’ve heard the word,
word of wisdom but never winter’s bird;
fall creeps in and she hears the season’s call,
call unto the flock when the leaves do fall -
so the gathering leaves before the snow
(snow may freeze the land and hunger bite so).

Goal of bird’s united aim, the opposite pole,
pole of north to southern waste their sole goal,
far the journey in pursuit of a star,
star recedes at night and day lures afar,
turn the world of summer-bent Arctic Tern,
tern travels on and back again in turn.


Line count: 12
Form: Mirror Sestat
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 40
Prompt: Write a Mirror Sestat.