I have time to write today, and the way I see it, that's a good time to get ahead since the end of December always gets crazy busy, what with Christmas and the New Year.
100 Words For
ethereal wisps
softer than whispers
lethal daggers
honing in on their targets
ghostly projections
blink and miss them
invisible darts
digging pits in the flesh
feathers flying
from a celestial chicken
tears so chilled
they hold their shapes
first of the season
greeted with childlike glee
visits in April
met with disdain
when in shelter
any form pleases the eye
but when unprotected
pray nature is gentle
just before Christmas
a storm becomes magic
each moment it lasts
adds to the smiles
rushing out to breathe in the stark coldness,
then trudging back in for some cocoa to share.
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