by winter’s frozen retort
Stark trees bare their darkened soul
by spring’s unprocessed reply
White birch bare their newborn green
by summer’s brazen song
Limbs bare their sultry, layered bark
Lungs clear and crisp
by autumn’s chameleon chatter
Leaves bare their red and golden hues
Lungs expand and collapse
by pages on the calendar
Seasons bare their conversion times four
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. This week’s prompt is “leaves.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “strain”in it. As always, use any way you’d like.