A summer storm cinquain. 1st place in the 'Your Better Nature' Contest March 2021 |
| In June the storms begin as stiffened crinoline worn beneath a white dress of cloud, demure. July dons her heavy dampened clothes of clean clouds hung and draped on gray calico, dripping. August gathers her skirts with funnel cloud fingers and runs from cracking lightning whips, afraid. note ▶︎ |