Equinox
The curtain makes a snapshot
of the wind, its shape
held and frozen,
draped in muslin.
Beyond the door, rosehips
store the flourish
sunset red
that oak leaves soon
will scatter
on the autumn wind again.
This was based (very very loosely) on the ReadWritePoem NaPoWriMo prompt #1. My five words were: rosebush, curtain, photograph, door and wind. The unlikely metaphor was wind+photograph, with curtain added for good (or bad) measure. Ok, yes, it’s pretty ugly. My excuse – I had a slightly frantic day today, as I’m teaching tomorrow and had (as usual) not give enough thought to the the what-in-which-order part of it. But I think there’s a possible hint of a poem in formation there. Just hard to think straight today. Hopefully tomorrow’s class will give me some sort of inspiration. Even if it’s just a bawdy limerick.
Incidentally, if you want to see a terrific example of how to use this prompt for something quite special, check out Blythe’s post here.
A Dark Feathered Art 
I do hope you come back and look at this when you aren’t so tired, as there is a definite seed of a poem in there. I love the image of the wind snapping a photograph of the curtain — who hasn’t enjoyed the sight of that on a quiet but gently breezy evening?
And thanks for the link — what a fine compliment to wake up to!
I love the first stanza of this, excellent image and great near rhyme between muslin and wind.
Thank you!
I suspect the second stanza is representative of something that’s becoming a poetic-tic for me.
It’s hard to not write about autumn when the leaves start piling up like they have this week.