ㅁ Dusk comes late as summer begins chewing at the cool edges of rough spring. Already many birds have things to say and the clouds begin taking on a polychrome luminosity.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #646 “That inchoate shift in seasons”
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Beautiful nonet! I wonder why I like your nonets so much? (I think they are awesome!) Do you have a favorite stanza form (if that’s the correct term) from among the ones you use regularly? Was the nonet one of the first forms you started using after you committed to writing a poem a day? What about the form do you find gratifying?