A lone
street light
shines in the park
reflecting on the damp leaves
and sturdy, wet trunk of a tree.
The melting lines of sidewalk chalk
fade in the mist of an unusual summer rain.
The calendar and the weather are in disagreement.
One says August the other drizzles October in the dark.
I’m confused.
reflecting on the damp leaves
and sturdy, wet trunk of a tree.
The melting lines of sidewalk chalk
fade in the mist of an unusual summer rain.
The calendar and the weather are in disagreement.
One says August the other drizzles October in the dark.
I’m confused.
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This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
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6 comments:
I know what you mean. The weather is very confusing nowadays.
WE dragons hate October weather in August. Wonderful 55.
We have posted
HERE.
I LOVE this!!!!!
That's one way to treet the weather. :) Beautifully written.
Mine is here.
I am always confused because I have been disconnected from the calendar for so long.
Yep...One of the coolest July's on record!
But so far August is living up to the Dog Day's.
Excellent 55 my friend!!
Thanks for playing this week...
Galen
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