Waiting for the springtime

Acrostic, Poetry, Weather

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars

Keeping an eye on the clock

Accidents, Creatures, Finite, Life

Keeping an eye on the clock

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”

The realisation I wasn’t superman…

Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground

each cut knee – a badge of honour…

Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed

Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)

They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.

So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.