April Poem-A-Day Challenge  Day 26

prompt: casting

The Die is Cast

The wind has been
casting around
for a victim all day.

Meanwhile, cottonwool clouds
turn to fish-tails, grey.

I slap at what could be
a mosquito, too fast to see.

The garden tosses
its tresses. A haircut please?
I have to agree.

I feel myself sway.
I've been writing all day.

Tomorrow I'll submit
to secateur
and weedkiller spray.

There's so much to do
I'll be down on my knees.

The wind sighs and frets.
I'll come back next week, OK?