Spinning
Day two, fresh and anew.
Stories unfold as leaves of gold descent to the ground
(Unless you’re on the other side of the equator,
Where seasons are turned around.)
The winds pick up speed
While writers refill coffee cups in need
Of that item that keeps the momentum going
In this world of NaNoWrio
Have you considered joining?
Nice poem & no I haven’t considered joining. I belong to enough organizations.