... stretching fingers through the cell of stormclouds holding it prisoner, the sun yearns for freedom. Instead, it finds itself lost and alone, in solitary confinement ...
Karla, I am still trying to forget the spring storms and you keep reminding me with your vivid and wonderfully descriptive writes!
Just kidding, love the piece, keep them coming....
Karla, the sun has escaped and permanently resides in New Mexico - where the always (well, almost always) shines. LOL Not many cloudy days here in Albuquerque.
Love your word choice, Karla, and that picture is stunning~ Very well done; you are becoming quite the little StormSpinner, spinnin' out poetry faster than supercells spit out tornadoes! LOL Uour photography skills should be seen by the guys and gals at the Weather Channel or NOAA; they'd certainly be impressed! I know I am! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Love the picture and enjoyed
reading your stormy write
Peace be with you
William
enjoyed
Art Sun...
Nice done Weather Girl.
Georg
God Bless
Michelle~
Just kidding, love the piece, keep them coming....
Be safe,
Karen
Stay safe
YFriend...ron
Love,
Susan
love and peace, Carole~
Kathy
try to get one of those in prison....don't drop the soap!!!
Walt
I think the sun has been held prisoner here in MN for weeks now.
:) Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D