Monday, April 04, 2022
A wealth of weather poems
Ah, weather-- it is always with us, and always important. People did nice things with the topic this week! And a theme emerged, on the particular problem of April.
There was this gem from Desiree:
Cute little toddler
wearing a green Easter dress
under a parka.
wearing a green Easter dress
under a parka.
Which was echoed by the Medievalist:
Huge flakes of snow fall,
On green grass and daffodils,
April is so cruel.
And Your Tim(e) Has Come:
The hope of April
That winter snow is no more
Doth make us all fools
That winter snow is no more
Doth make us all fools
And even Jill Scoggins:
85 degrees
at midnight, 45 at
6. Spring is confused.
at midnight, 45 at
6. Spring is confused.
Meanwhile, "Mr. Rock" (?) was working a little dark:
Black snow, green grass, and
A nest of cigarette butts
Cleveland, a still life.
A nest of cigarette butts
Cleveland, a still life.
