The Daily Post prompt is: Wind.
I thought I’d try a new form, the tilus, and came up with this:
The wind blows through the sedge
But being a wind bag at heart, it seemed rather short, so I wrote a minute poem (what else) as well.
The wind blows lonely through the sedge,
My teeth on edge,
Bittern calls across the reed bed,
What the wind said,
Cold is coming,
Will the moon be full tonight or
Will the owl soar
Wind blows darkly, moaning lowly,
You walk slowly,
Love lies bleeding.