Prompt #28 (for January 11th, 2020)~ Read “The Peace of Wild Things,” by Wendell Berry. Where do you find peace amid and/or because of wild things? Perhaps your poem about this will be an ode to a particular beach where the tides crash against boulders, or a sonnet about a black phoebe on a backyard limb, or some other formal poem — a ghazal? — about being stuck in freeway traffic and having the time to notice a delta of geese against the sunset.
weary and aching
my restless gaze snags lightning –
on winter-seared thorns
adorned with iridescence
that ruby throat defies cold