Breezy Nights

The wind blows fast

then slows,

stirring dust

as it goes.

Tall grass leans over,

gently bows.

The bright full moon

softly glows.

The wind chime sings

ting-a-ling,

ting-a-ling.


     Our March day is definitely being lion-ish.  The dust is really flying!  This poem is about the night, a nocturnal poem.  Can you try writing your own poem about the night?  Perhaps you'd like to try personification in your poem.  That is when you address or treat the night, like a real person.  For example,

Wind, why do you blow
so hard and then let go?
Why do you stir the dust?
Do you feel you must?
Or is it just
you want to sing
and hear the wind chime
ting-a-ling?

     Keep warm and have a great Friday writing your poem.  Please share your poem with me in the comments below.