Broken shadows across the cracked ground
Season’s burden, branches weary
Tired shade already turning
As each day grows shorter
A life well-lived
This nonet is my response to Poetics: 9 across for a count down,
the prompt from Laura at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write
a nonet starting with one of four given lines from poems about September.
The line I have chosen, “Broken shadows across the cracked ground,”
is from To the Light of September, by W. S. Merwin.