I’m quite taken with this nonnet business, so the form is making its second appearance as we head into the second half of National Poetry Writing Month. Tonight’s topic, fishing, was inspired by the sound of the peepers as we walked the dogs tonight.
Chorus of peepers orchestrates dusk
Raccoon waddles to water’s edge
Mournful loons call over pond
Sun casts red-orange glow
Fireflies light path
Fishing creel full