- Sarah Van Arsdale
April 9, 2022
Updated: Apr 11, 2022
Prompt: write a nonet, in which the first line has nine syllables, the next eight, decreasing by one syllable each line.
The sky, cloud-knotted, suddenly blued,
then specks of rain, then clear again.
Light skimming the boxwood hedge
painting shadows sap green.
It’s here again, spring,
songbirds back to
break my heart.