This week's project: to write a sestina each day.

Today's words (supplied by C.) were quite a challenge:

yellow

wind

figure

prime (agh!)

symbol

commotion

The method: to jot down lines at odd moments during the day without any thought to coherence. Then sit down and construct the poem observing the basic rules for the form.

I've written so little for so long it's a way of oiling the engine. And it might lead somewhere. Who knows?