Friday, April 18th, 2014
For today’s prompt, write a weather poem.
Odd to find snow fallen overnight—
yesterday was sweating under a fan.
Sick of the white stuff just a month back,
this morning I welcomed it. Cool and clean,
crystalline feathers on greening grass.
Gammelor Goodenow
And just for fun, a second weather one…
Cloudy With a Chance of Oobleck
I blame it all on Dr. Seuss,
my being fond of the abstruse.
Green Eggs and Ham began it all–
I’d eat none plain ’til I was tall.
Next of course was Mulberry Street–
it made me yawn at all I’d meet.
And I agree with Bartholomew’s king–
bring me weather with a zing.
Gammelor Goodenow