Here is my poem for last week’s prompt, Weather:
Weather Reports
I can know so very much
before I step outside.
I can sit, and plan, and dream,
with forecasts at my side.
Weather can sadden me
ahead of any wind.
I count cold days as losses,
choosing to stay in.
A clear five days of sunshine
brings urgency to play,
but there’s joy in wearing layers
and greeting each new day.
Yes, I can know so very much
before I step outside.
I can sit, and plan, and dream,
but that is no excuse to hide.
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I like this! Especially the second-to-last stanza.
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Thanks, that stanza is the one that remained the most unchanged through a few edits. I think it conveys what I’m trying to say the most.
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