Poem #6 of Year 59

Thursday, March 20, 2014. WHIRLIGIG seems a magical choice for the first day of spring.

Whimsical spring breezes

Happily wreaked havoc
In her curly locks, the
Red-gold strands
Laughingly
Intertwining into a
Grand and quite
Intricate
Guilloche around her face.

I heard the word ‘guilloche’ on a radio game show the other day and just had to use it.