at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ we are meeting the challenge of writing a 44 word poem to include the word ‘lull’
Sky is beaten to the colour of slate,
brooding but briefly spent.
And for now the wind is nothing
more than a leaf-whisperer.
In this quiet the river clings to its bed,
trembling woods are still full of panic.
This lull will not last.
welshstream 