Had to wait until later in the day to get this one together. Here's the prompt. Here's a poem from Gabrielle Bates because she is great.
single gasp, swirl like
a distant, muted howl,
wind,
crack of old forest
leaf skittering
gather and claw
the ground with
gentle, sandpapered
edges. rock dislodged
rolling
away, more following now.
another gust and a symphony of
flailing branches. somewhere,
a single plunk into the river.
silent ripplings. in
between the wind and adjustments
nothing makes itself known.
