10/11/09

30 in 30: Day 4

Prompt: write the final line to your poem first, and then write the poem to get to that ending.

Form: Tanka

Beckon me once more,
Chilled air. How the light dances,
Swings between the trees!
Guided by a curling hand,
A willful wind tossing leaves.

1 comment:

.angie. . said...

mmmmmmmmmmm
i love this.