.
following on
from that thunderstorm
there are black leaves
and white clouds
I’m craning to see
the familiar sky
my bare feet are wet
to the calves
high summer and I
get a room
__________
©Marie Marshall
I love the idea of getting a room with a season and wonderful how you changed your avatar for this poem, the lightning sky.
I’m glad someone noticed!
I get a room with high summer; I go dogging with autumn. Must work that into a poem.
Steve, I love that you’ve visited and commented. You help keep my mental compass pointed in the general direction of sanity.
Good to hear Marie. Looking forward to reading the dogging autumn poem.
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I love the idea of getting a room with a season and wonderful how you changed your avatar for this poem, the lightning sky.
I’m glad someone noticed!
I get a room with high summer; I go dogging with autumn. Must work that into a poem.
Steve, I love that you’ve visited and commented. You help keep my mental compass pointed in the general direction of sanity.
Good to hear Marie. Looking forward to reading the dogging autumn poem.