A Wild-wind Wordle

 

it rattles the branches, maraca-style 
it scatters the birds that chatter and croon
it chases the girl with honey-sweet smile
across the edge of an afternoon
where crescendo of bared-teeth gale
shatters the silence that else would be
but for the blue-some winds that wail
as winter defies gravity
with ballads that electrify
the brooding poets blood-less sigh

Janet~

a little Wordle-fun on a wind-wild afternoon!

electrify farewell with kisses

Honey, time's blue-blooded flame

trembles with the bare essentials

of credentials without shame

where the crescendo of hours

shatters high noon's bird's-eye view 

as the dry bones of spent flowers

rattle down the avenue

until snagged in guttered edges

like a dream at middle-age

where teeth clench as twilight wedges

between Her and the next stage

Janet~