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

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