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 