Day-26 NaPoWriMo-2022
Prompt: To write a poem in an epic simile.
The seasons are like making love
on wild meadows of erotic earth
a melting pot in the daylight and
flashes of thunder and lightening
in the twilight as an when the earth
starts fuming the fires like a dragon.
In the daybreak
the bees prance around the blooms
sucking the nectar as if their life
hangs on a time machine.
The squirrels get busy
shuttling from one tree to another
wondering if the earth is ever
going to get cooler or hotter
or both in the blazing weather.
Very difficult to tell
whether it is spring or summer
while the queen of spring
like a Houdini, sings
behind the curtain of greens.
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2022
Nita, I am liking this. It beckons one to stop and appreciate the Spring, mainly.
ReplyDeleteI am parked just above you here, I was thinking about last year about this time when we met. I am glad we did meet.
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The feeling is mutual, Jim. Thank you for introducing me to the Sunday Muse. :)
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