Two Sentence Tuesday #33

            “I wonder what it’s like in California,” he muttered, scraping the thick, frigid blanket off of his car. “I bet they don’t have to put up with this shit…” 

Two Sentence Tuesday #25

He found it strange that trees should shiver away their leaves at the approach of winter’s icy chill.

“Only the foolish strip naked to play in the snow,” he thought. 

30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Six

Day Six - Write a poem from Mars. Describe ordinary things in unfamiliar ways,
as through the eyes of someone from another planet unfamiliar with our culture/objects/emotions.

Five Day Martian Forecast

What is this thing they call snow?

I’ve heard stories; they’ve piqued

      my interest…

Cold, wet feathers, soft and delicate,

Tumbling down from overcast skies

In a gently winding freefalling dance

To melt upon raw, rosy cheeks…

It sounds like an impossible dream.

All I ever know are the Martian wastes;

A barren, desert, sepia tone hell

Of blowing, whipping, ripping sand.

Harshly chafing, windy shards;

Course, dry, progenitor of glass,

Showering me in granulated torment…

I long for an eternal December,

A scene out of my crisp, white fantasies…

To lie upon a soothing mattress

Of thick, pearly fluff

And let those damned Martian deserts

Seep forever from my soul.