Cirrus clouds creep across the twilight sky. Polar opposites collide. Snow– Vernal equinox, notwithstanding. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Lovely poem. Every word so carefully chosen to keep this piece tight. Great slice!
I agree- every word important.
I also like the motion in the first 2 lines- slow, then pow.
Notwithstanding, indeed! What a tasty morsel of a slice.