The from prompt this week at Poetic Bloomings was for a Rime Couee. I struggled and am still not real happy with the outcome.
Mountain stream races past flat rocks,
quiet replaces urgent clocks –
time taken to breathe life, take stock.
Fall’s fire hangs loose from trees,
forest paths and dogs wait for walks,
campfire smoke on the breeze.
I also tried to force it to be an Idyll for Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts. Not much success there either. Oh well, practice, practice, practice.