Day Nine: Seasons
For the Winds of all Directions
Four part cycle
The best mark is leaves– rise and fall.
Four part cycle
Water falls, pools, to icicles.
The cardinal winds always call
Man curled up, hidden in our shawls
Four part cycle.
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This is the ninth poem in my month long Rondelet marathon! This was inspired by a spout of natural inspiration, an uncommon event in my poetry. Typically, I avoid natural themes because I find them disinteresting, but I suppose we all have our phases.
