Fog
deep
by dawn
shrouds gold sun
in amethyst rugs.
She flourishes through wintry air
smatterings of loose threads that weave with hoarfrost crystals
to tapestry the Anemoi
visible to mind
and vexed skin.
Toffee 
sighs
blow.

Non-finalist entry in this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2831195-National-Poetry-Month-April-30th-noguest

I will fully admit, there doesn’t seem to be much going on here at first glance, especially when it comes to emotional depth. I understand why the contest host wasn’t very impressed. But I had just discovered the Fibonacci, or “the Fib” poem style, and wanted to experiment with the bell curve variation. An end-of-the-month risk, if you will. I like how it turned out, even if I didn’t win any recognition for it.

And that’s it! The end of my 2023 NaPoMo drafts. I hope you enjoyed my uncharacteristic outpouring of posts.