south wind
it blows wildly
sound rushes through treetops
directional wave of grass
pushes
pushes
squeaky windmill
empty swings randomly
hapless birds trying to fly straight
tired
tired
of the battle
we walk along with wind
find fallen branches to pick up
gather
gather
gardening tools
desire to plant flowers
but fear wind will beat petals off
too strong
too strong
mow lawn instead
fragrant clippings breeze by
young squirrels chase each other’s tails
south wind
Cinquain chain (5 stanzas of 5 lines each) in Crapsey form (2-4-6-8-2 syllable lines) connecting with Laura, our host for MTB challenge at dVerse Poets
a poem in my pocket 
May 08, 2022 @ 10:32:28
Sometimes you just have to give in to the wind…. maybe tomorrow it will have lessened
May 08, 2022 @ 14:11:37
Thanks, Bjorn. Can’t stop the wind!
May 07, 2022 @ 20:36:56
Nice write. 🙂 I really like the “squeaky windmill” line.
May 08, 2022 @ 14:08:08
Thanks for reading…glad you like it!
May 07, 2022 @ 20:23:47
This is lovely, Lynn dear. A lot going on with a force we cannot see— but we know is there. Like our God we know is there. May He always be the wind beneath our wings. Thanks for sharing (reading it on a Sunday)
Have a nice weekend. 😘
May 08, 2022 @ 14:07:04
Yes, the Spirit’s wind blows where it will! I appreciate you, Selma 😊
May 07, 2022 @ 20:18:33
Love this Lynn!!!!
May 07, 2022 @ 20:20:14
Thanks, Dee!!