Mother Hölle’s coiling
up thin threads of whirling
rain. Tick, I hear her reel
click. Deer on tiptoe carve a twisty
path to the curving
creek where swallows gyre
at hatching flies encircling
boys who cast and spool
at trout turning
through water’s whorl.
In the spinning
sky, silk  dragons entwine,
their tails entangle
in the wind.

3 comments on “A WINDY DAY

  1. I still can’t figure out how to make things indent. This is in threes, with the last line, a fourth, indented beyond the third, so it comes out windy.

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