The new season shivers and leaps
Over jetstreams like skipping rope.
We can only watch, winter weak,
As the season shivers and leaps
It keeps no promises, but creeps
Inconstantly from rain to snow.
The new season shivers and leaps
Over jetstreams like skipping rope


***This is my skipping, almost triolet for NapoWriMo, day 25.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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29 Responses to hopping

  1. Nice one, Susan 🙂

  2. annotating60 says:

    You’re on fire lately

  3. Alice Keys says:

    I’m very aware of the jet stream skipping around the planet. This makes me nervous. Thanks for the fine poem.

  4. yeoldefoole says:

    Very Nice!!!

  5. janehewey says:

    you’ve captured the action. nice!!

  6. jeglatter says:

    Perfect! Yes skittish spring!

  7. j4n says:

    to bountiful…

  8. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.

  9. weather forecasters should be so informative and entertaining

    • Smiling big here, Paul… Thank you.

      I always thought that was a dream job–you never have to be “right,” and when you are not–you have no responsibility!

  10. nelle says:

    I hope it skips again soon, right into the season I love.

  11. unfetteredbs says:

    I love the quick pace. The action mirrors your images perfectly.

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