Wind's soft yawn
rustles tall grass
tickles Catalpa leaves
River slows
sways
in her race to the
ocean
Sentinel moon
hangs heavy
host-like
in the thick, velvet sky
Licorice whip snakes
eyes dull
entranced with opiate music
of the goddess
rise
This was written for Magpie Tales which gives a weekly pictorial writing prompt, this week Rousseau's The Snake Charmer, and Three Word Wednesday which this week challenged writers with the words yawn, dull and race.
