From my morning solitary letter tile crossword I draw these little poems, just for fun. We all need at least some little fun each day, and rituals that calm and take us into that inner well of quiet joy are life-giving. It will be fun to see what these little poems become. They shall be in any case; just as I will. Yes, these related words appeared in the puzzle from blind draws, none put back. All used.
That jitter of youth vies for position,
in the verdant dale,
in tents cast along the vein of gold.
Time jets across the earth and eyes
unable to hold the gaze
sense telomeres wear
to frazzled end.
Bright pavilions turn loden.
In this valley of Spring,
quo the oxen tires.