I started following today's NaPoWriMo prompt, and my poem took on a life of its own.
Feathers Fall, Dancing
Feathers fall, dancing
in the wind like leaves.
The gray sky is crisscrossed
with branches of fruitless trees.
They look like bony fingers
that try to clutch the air.
A crow's caw sounds like nothing
except a useless prayer.
The genius of the universe
is that it never regrets.
Everything is a whirlwind
and nothing ever rests. - Jeff Barnes
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