For Ronovan’s weekly prompt.
what does the wind say
spitting rain from between
wintry teeth?
cold day
crashing out of the blue
we stoke the fire
wood burns bright
ephemeral flower
grey ash says the wind
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Loved these.
You’re good at haiku too, Jane (though you don’t believe me).
Very occasionally I think I get it right. I’m getting better.
Definitely. Practice makes perfect.
Practice I can do. Perfection though…
There, there….
Don’t be so modest.
Cringing violet, that’s me.
Nut Mut, as my fellow Germans would say.
I think I’m more of a Mutt Nut 🙂
I can feel the words. Very cold 🥶 here today. The wintery teeth is a perfect description.
It feel like that to me, though it isn’t actually cold here.
You nailed it, Jane. Well done! I especially like “spitting rain from between…” 🙂
Thank you! That cold rain is the reminder that nature is in control and the spring mildness can change at any minute
All very evocative Jane 💜💜💜
Thanks Willow 🙂
Lovely…Thank you!
Thank you, Liz 🙂