Icy hands,
Cold feet; Old Man Winter's
Loath to lessen his chilling grasp.
Alaskan
Seeks to embrace break up,
Spring forward, a not unpleasant task.
Wistfully
Remembering Summer's
Fling, 'til colors of Fall caught my eye.
Who's to blame?
My fickle heart betrays,
Yearning for another hot July.
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Author Notes
In Alaska, we call Spring, "Break Up", as it gets very messy when everything melts. Actually, here in Alaska, we like to joke that we have 4 seasons... June, July, August, and Winter. :) The picture is one my husband took of me with Mt. McKinley, or Denali, as it is known here, the highest peak in North America, in the background.
The title stems from the teasing of some online friends, calling me, "The Weather Girl", because it often seems to be my favorite subject of discussion.
My take on the 'feelings' prompt. I thought it would be fun to do the poem in this fashion.
Parallelogram de Crystalline
This form consists of 4 verses of 3 lines each. The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9. In this style of poem, the beauty of a lover is compared with the nature and described...
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