Shelter From the Wind
Seasons change slowly in the Nevada mountains,
leaving behind memories like frail tumbleweed.
Dreams pass as fragments in a winter-wind,
and tumbleweed blowing in the valley
YOU can write a Pantoum
“I sense slight movements near the Willow tree.”
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I realized what I searched for in September. Every new day in this quest twisted and turned in on me as I searched for the form that would be perfect for my September poem. I began to feel like a whirling dervish as I kept mentally marking the days and nights. I
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