bowing to April Fool’s wind roaring
down the mountain spreading its chill
across the plains. Silent, I take a breath
behind glazed glass, rejecting the invitation
to join its dance. The wind pauses in silent
wonder of the declination. I listen to my
heartbeat pounding a melody commencing
its own gambol on this day of fools.
Day 1 of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. It’s almost midnight. I had to get something posted. 🙂
I used the Bibliomancy Oracle as suggested on the NaPoWriMo website for my prompt:
By appealing to a natural sense of fairness.
It’s in that spirit we appeal to yours.
from “The Cove Hotel” by Carl Dennis