9:35 a.m. — Walnut Creek
Hello, everyone. I am sitting here freezing my tootsies and refusing my mother’s offer of turning on
the heat for a bit. It’s JULY. In CALIFORNIA.
storm poem based on something you read, saw, or had happen; you can forage for your own image and use it as a spark.
You may, or may not, have noticed that I have chosen my storm images to match the four elements: air, water, earth, fire. I know, a bit of a stretch, but it tickled me when I noticed the purely serendipitous actuality.
I shall see you next Tuesday for, let me see… ooh, free choice, almost. She grinned.
Happy writing, all.