Today's prompt was to write a weather poem.
It's Raining Color Today
Yellow buttercups wink at me,
gathering strength from the sun.
Your sea blue words carry with them
clarity and calm.
Bathed in your need for direction,
I follow the itinerary
and hold your hand -
my clouds of rose quartz comfort
Our children run and splash about
with the red fire of purpose and play.
The other travelers obey the black lines
and close cabin compartments
with rhythmic clicks.
I admire their efficiency,
as I linger over a book
before take off -
remaining deliciously, knowingly
in the fog of a British morning.
Cristina M. R. Norcross