Well hello there, is that new? It looks fantastic.;) Hope everyone is chugging along swimmingly. Incidentally, I’ve always found the term interesting in that it’s predicated on the assumption you can in fact swim. Otherwise, it would presumably be interpreted in the negative. Good ol’ English.
A weird one today. I wrote half the lines in October and then finished it recently. And on a particularly scorching day, if I recall, for added irony points. Pretty soon I’ll have enough to turn in my card for a free ironic prize. Personally, I’m hoping to win the new card so I can start over again.
“Fall Snow”, October 2019.
Pristine flecks cascade in sporadic gusts like an explosion of flour through an ineptly washed colander
Growing piles of flake crusted leaves mock the apparent futility of conscientious lawn care
Frosted windows compete with heating system over the shifting state of condensation as though it’s a tightly contested boxing final
Squirrels react with verbal indignity to this arbitrary rearranging of their fastidious scurrying-burying schedule
Branches, looking more like chunky spiderwebs, form discreet patterns from delicate channels
And writers, warm and grateful, craft meagre attempts at transcending inferior human existence to crudely transcribe the indescribably profound.
Be well, gentle sprites. You are loved.
Dread Poets Sobriety 
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