My Short Poems May Blow Away

Constant windy days are taking a toll

Wind blowing healthy green grass in a field
Photo by Marc Wilnauer on Unsplash

My urge to write haikus has peaked, plateaued, and passed away. I need a change of mood. In my part of the U.S., we have developed nearly constant wind. This is a new pattern. It’s windy enough on many days to knock over empty trash cans, but that used to occur periodically anyway..

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Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.

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Anne Chisom

Anne Chisom

Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.