Inspired by a photo I took the other day, and by the rhythm of fast dog-walking ( and fast-dog walking) this one is almost on prompt for NaPoWriMo. The form is one I like, all about threes, but I’m not sure what to call it besides Three Squared.
Sunshine fills the field with golden light,
April’s tender hues, a palette bright,
Memories, the dark of winter’s night.
All about, green buds burst, leaves uncurl,
Yellow banners, morning-blown unfurl,
Bathed, the grass in mist and tints of pearl.
On my tongue, the tang flows in the breeze,
Wild and windy taste of summer seas,
Childhood dreams shine in the salty lees.