Nonet

I'm still having fun playing with nonets, a syllabraic form that is nine lines long with 45 syllables.  Nine syllables in the first line, eight in the second.  One less syllable in each line until you get to the last line that has only one word.  Pretty simple really since the syllable count is the only rule for this form.

Driving the long, black ribbon highway,
nothing to see, sand and sagebrush.
The wind whips sandy eddies,
at the side of the road
grow yellow mustard,
pink wildflowers.
Here two weeks
then gone--
spring.


     I drove across the desert to Los Angeles yesterday, so I saw lots of desert.  Its quiet beauty quickly changes.  We are rushing all too fast toward summer.  I wonder how many days we have left before we have temperatures over 100.  My drive inspired this nonet.  Can you try writing your own nonet today?.

This poem is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Greg at GottaBook