A Gorgeous Day Where I Am
Rumble grumble is that thunder?
I am not concerned, for it is sunny and smooth here.
A flash of lightning. Weird in this gorgeousness.
I am not concerned; this is faerie weather.
I can hear the gremlins and the gnomes singing.
Purple violets are waving a joyful hello.
Nothing can spoil this gorgeous blue sky.
The monarchs are flitting past, unconcerned.
Darling dainty daffodils welcome them.
It is a gorgeous day here, which is where I am.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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