A poetry journal of everyday clippings |
In cool wind, painted arms twirl with joy since the sun --like a conjurer's coin-- reappears, waltzing over fine dust and dry hay, and as fall comes in bright-colored cloaks, pinwheel's hypnotic hum hails the change. Triquain The syllable pattern is: 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, 3. |