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I think my brain is also gearing up for the March challenge. The writer that sometimes gets hidden inside of me can't wait!
Can you "see" the different kinds of weather we've had as you read the poem?
Yesterday's smiling sunshine
brought whiffs of spring
like a young fawn dancing
in a flower-filled meadow.
a rambunctious pack of wolves
howled and yelped,
breaking branches and blazing trails,
rumbling through the moonlight.
In the muffled morning,
brilliant white butterflies dreamily drifted down,
swirling smoothly and landing lightly.
A gentle fluff of whirling wings.
This afternoon, a dreaded wolverine:
snarling, baring its jagged teeth
and swiping with menacing claws.
Cutting and biting.
When will the sweet fawn
blink into the sunlit grass again?