So far, the first few days of NAPOWRIMO have been more meaningful than I expected. I'm usually scratching my head for ideas and full of self-doubt but this is enjoyable. Here's today's poem:
Wild Wind
A tug of war
between seasons
wind bullying
walkers
into runners
hair
flying like weeds
umbrellas transform
into daggers
no escape
the wind goddesses
unleash
their madness
on spring's serenity
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