My Winds

by Michael Dylan Welch

An acrostic solo rengay, first published in Presence #55, June 2016, page 62. The acrostic starts with the title. Not sure why this took me so long, but I started this in July of 2008, wrote the second verse in November 2009, the third in August 2011, and the last three in March of 2013. And here it is now.

My Winds

in the branches

cold wind

heaving the aspen

after the funeral

even the sky is different

looking down on

Diablo Lake . . .

yellow gusts

landing a trout

a girl I once knew

now a woman

Welcome mat

ends up in the trash heap

laughing again—

cold pizza

heated for dinner