Wrinkles
The Call: Wrinkled Water — Cheryl
The fierce wind longs to take them,
these flags of warmth, of sensuality,
longs to wrench them from home
over the wild lake waters,
over the trees stripped of reds and golds,to fly like Mary Poppins’ umbrella,
spreading magic high above frozen land.—Elizabeth Hobbs, “Hanging Red Flannel Sheets to Dry”
The Response: School’s Out
Well, thanks, Frankenstorm! You’ve put a big wrinkle in my plans for the week!
Oh, it is too sad to think that all the gorgeous leaves are about to be blown off the trees…it’s going to be a long colorless winter. : (
I love that lake by your house.
Nice one, Jessica. Is that your husband in the background?!?! Does he really exist? ; )
Unfortunately, that lake by my house is not really by my house. It’s about 5 miles away.