A response to the One Single Impression prompt of spring, which is still a good month away here.
The ice pellets pick away at the glass again, the small sun of a cat on my lap, moaning should I shift, then when I accept her there, she trots off. Finally the sidewalks are shiny from the rain earlier this morning, not from ice, but the temperature is yo-yoing around freezing.
more snow coming,
post equinox sun –
spray of orange peel
OSI
Today I heard about the snow coming. I’m grateful for poetry like yours that transforms such news into art.
OSI
Today I heard about the snow coming. I’m grateful for poetry like yours that transforms such news into art.
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from Patricia (a/k/a Roswila)
Very nice! Love the image in the last line.
Lovely work! Vividly visual!
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Spring
I like how you mix the two seasons together with the snow and orange peel. The image of a ripe orange with its peel around it is so tropical.
Pam at http://www.coosacreek.org/amputated (Amputated Moon)
this is marvelous
Christine at Quietpaths
Love how the last line adds a squirt of flavour and colour to the white world.
Lovely write!
Love how the last line adds a squirt of flavour and colour to the white world.
Lovely write!
paisley
not very often do i find poetry that appeals to the sense of smell as does your line about the orange peels… very delicious…..
Great late march haiku. You must live near me!
Great late march haiku. You must live near me!
Haiku
Nicely done.
Regarding the cat in the lap: Don’t you just hate it when they do that. You decide to give in, re-adjust yourself and what your doing and off they go only to come back again when you’re busy.
Raven
http://ravensviews.blogspot.com/
hmmm
I feel the peel.
The text starting around
“..ice pellets pick away again..”
would trim into a lovely short, too.
–JK