Today is two for Tuesday over at Poetic Asides. While the prompt asks for a form and an anti-form effort, I have two form poems.
blow strong on spring days
when the sun
has shown through
and warmed the ground, the soil
"Tanka to Nancy Posey"
cold spring days confuse
spring with her cousin, autumn.
mown grass on cold winds
trigger thoughts of golden leaves
and warm cider, waiting, home.