Today’s Poetry Prompt: Write about something you can see from the window of your home.My office is designed so there is nothing to look at out my window, because I am very easy to distract. Very. I used to beat myself up about this situation until I decided all that distracted fidget-fuss behavior was part of my process. Voila. I'm a genius.
What was I talking about? Right, the window. Well, I can see the greenhouse out the window.
The Greenhouse
Small pocket of warm.
We think, tricks nature so well.
But cold death still waits.
Small pocket of warm.
We think, tricks nature so well.
But cold death still waits.
Day 21
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