(April is National Poetry Month)
Casting
T’was a westerly breeze
Or maybe not;
Perhaps a wind from the south.
The weather vane spun round and round
My words torn from my mouth.
Weeping willows laughed and danced
As thunder gave a growl.
My spell sent off as rabbits hid
Along with fox and bear and owl.
The moon will rise and set again
Then in the morning, sun.
With Nature’s help
And Spirit’s too
United, the spell was done.
Or maybe not;
Perhaps a wind from the south.
The weather vane spun round and round
My words torn from my mouth.
Weeping willows laughed and danced
As thunder gave a growl.
My spell sent off as rabbits hid
Along with fox and bear and owl.
The moon will rise and set again
Then in the morning, sun.
With Nature’s help
And Spirit’s too
United, the spell was done.
This poem is an original work by Robin Larkspur, April 2012. Copyright laws are in place.






