
billowing swells due west
mean rain, or so you’d guess,
wise weather seers confess not knowing
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poetry Challenge Day 19.

billowing swells due west
mean rain, or so you’d guess,
wise weather seers confess not knowing
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poetry Challenge Day 19.

well, they’ve all gone to seed,
their balding heads, puff freed,
far from dandy, indeed, blown to hell
~kat
Florescence Day 18 for Jane Dougherty’s Poem a Day Challenge. The dandelions are so pretty…until they are not. Beauty is fleeting, indeed. 😉

no u-turn, stop, one way,
red danger on display,
gridlocked traffic, delay, rows to hoe
~kat
Florescence Day 17 for Jane Dougherty. Stuck at a traffic light this morning. I don’t even remember getting here. I suspect it may be that the rut I wear out every day is so deep, I’ve stopped noticing the scenery. Crazy, mind-numbing routine. Did I mention it’s freezing and cloudy? There’s that too. 😉

Public Domain Photo from Pixabay.com; Poem by Kat Myrman
come dawn, the aftermath
carnage marks its path
the tempest’s brutal wrath, leaves us numb
~kat
Day 16’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty. We are entering the stormy season here. It’s the battle of the seasons and the elements repeated year after year. What is laid waste we restore over and over, collecting the salvageable remnants, while mourning the lost. This is a random seaside photo of the aftermath of a storm. Last night, several neighboring towns less than an hour from where I live were flattened by tornadoes. I thought about using a photo from the news had captured the damages this morning, but it is too soon I think. Too soon.

latticed burst of crimson
passion plays, dusk and dawn
past the horizon yon stratus
~kat
Today’s Florescence for Jane’s Daily Challenge started to stir last evening as the sun was setting. ❤️