“sluggish weather”

Written for:  The Twiglets #260 - sluggish weather

In sluggish weather
baseball returns.

Slowing to the pace
of sluggish weather,
January is like
an indecisive Covid plan.

at base of tree
foraged food is collected
squirrel takes a nap

            She was a slow-paced southern girl
           liked her sugar with an ice tea swirl.
               When she came up north
             culture shock burst forth.
        Hordes of people sent Pearl into a whorl.


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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7 Responses to “sluggish weather”

  1. Misky says:

    Poor Pearl. LOL!


  2. Jules says:

    Jaunuary (in the north anyway) is a cold awkward month. We might be getting some snow tomorrow. For now the cloudy sky gifting a grey light.

    Rerun, yep, …ah, now I can’t even get into my library without a mask. Some places if you’ve been vacinated you don’t have to mask up. Your mask though only protects the other people. It isn’t the best protection unless you’ve spent money on a fitted N95 mask you are pretty much not doing much. But it makes the masses feel better.

    I’m still seeing squrrels… though too cold and they don’t show – they are smart to stay suggled in their nests. 🙂

    Fun Limerick.


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