Trifextra: Week Seventy-Two
It's been a while since I've written anything. Thirty-three words sounded like a good way to climb back on the wagon. This week, I actually had a thought. I have been lurking around, checking out the prompts, reading some of the stories, and not commenting as I should.
Life has gotten in my way. Very annoying. Hopefully, I can get back to this more often.
I miss it.
This week's prompt: This weekend we're asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course.
still, damp air clings to my skin
like morning dew
as I float on the green tinted scent
of freshly cut grass
drifting to sleep on the rise and fall
of locust song