Day 3:
Brain muzzy as tent caterpillars
in the rain . . .
Day 4:
Midnight, sometimes, I've bees in my blood. They shiver me,
buzz and honey me till I give up on sleep.
I'd choose clover if I could . . .
* * * * *
Yesterday: 79 degrees, with a ferocious thunderstorm in the afternoon.
Today: 31 degrees, blustery, with the tiniest of snow flurries.
Crazy.
2 comments:
This is kind of a tangent (well maybe not) -- although I've lived most of my life in Minneapolis, I was born in Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh. I remember tent caterpillars -- they were everywhere. (Lightning bugs too. Don't get either of them here, climate too cold, I guess.)
I've kept up with the poem-a-day thing so far, actually one poem ahead at the moment. So many words, so little time... :)
My parents came this weekend and I swear they brought the cold weather with them! The temp dropped like 20-30 degrees! It's supposed to warm up again this week though. Liked the fragments you posted.
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