Flip Flop

Seasonal writing may be fraught with dreams that hip and hop, feelings that flip and flop. We want, of course, that which is not. In crushing heat, chill winds must blow. We write of cool, crisp days. We write of warmer ways when cold, and craft a camp fire’s glow. Fall is a transitional thing when the winds huff and puff. Fickle, we cry “Enough!”, and write of gentle, greening Spring. So write away until no more weather shapes fertile pens. Leave the seasons to cleanse our pens and let our musing soar!