Run and hide. Our new frig magnet poem kit came and it's nature words -- which means we can now compose more poetry about the weather. I like the basic idea of this one but longed for some punctuation.
A summer between clouds --
Could winter fly so soon
beneath a sky's dark blue?
Because I hate cool summers and the last week's humid hottiness has been my heart's desire.
This band must be named after Fort Wayne's summer season and if it doesn't stay warm I'm going to start sticking pins in a Mother Nature