The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”
Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading
Long skis hiss over the hard pack snow
Calories burn, stamina endures, forest slides past
A lone refugee seeking solitude, silence, peace
Finds a rabbit ensnared in a lasso like trap
Caterpillar belches smoke, trees tumble, gold to mine
This is the fifth of the five line poems each using five random words in five days.