Good Friday: Cool, Calm, and Coziness
Prompt 18: Write a
weather poem.
Good
Friday: Cool, Calm, and Coziness
At fifty-six
degrees,
for hours, Sun
called out and slept in.
Sheets of
clouds melted the blue away
while the wind
sprinted by me.
As it strongly
strolled from East to West,
it generously
ignited flesh with goose-bumps,
left a
family of trees waving,
and multiple
lines of wisterias jiggling
from their
roots.
By sixty
degrees,
the ripples of
the lake
held hands with
April’s showers.
D'ElegantOne
D'ElegantOne
Proud.
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