April 5th
I'm wilting today. Looked at prompts. One is a Cinquain and all about stresses. Hate those, never can get the hang of them. I'm a syllable counter not stress counter! The Poetry School gave a website with some prompts but nothing appeals. So here is one I wrote earlier and is on the Small Stone Facebook page. Best I can do for now.
Early April and tiny white flakes
powder puff the face of the earth
in a last hurrah (hopefully!)
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