weather thoughts

Written for:  The Twiglets #99 – “it’s weather”

It’s the weather outside
that is bone-deep chilling.
Here in my arms
a flame awaits.

by gusts of wind,
and sharp needles
of rain, the umbrella
took off in all directions.

it’s weatherworn
leather, so they raised
the price.

He was told to weatherize his house,
this apartment dweller,’til his spouse
said we need a real house, dear
so they moved to the south near
her sister, and brother-in-law, a louse always soused.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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