Merril D. Smith was the host at dVerse, yesterday… Yes, I’m always a day late! I’ve been experimenting with free verse, so the Quadrille is perfect for this type of poem—all you need is 44 words. Merril’s requirement was to use the word “track” somewhere in the poem. Many thanks for the inspiration!
fog slides in on silvered wings dew drops—wet grass spider webs, ghostly apparitions’ glow in the stillness of the morn blue jay warns of Autumn’s advent squirrel follows the worn track to his tree dawn, now a pink smudge on a chalk sky © Colleen M. Chesebro