Summer Workshop

For school I signed up for some week-long summer credit workshops. Just one week for three credits. Grueling, but a good trade.

So I thought I would share some of the writing from it, since I've missed some "write wednesdays" which I'm thinking of changing to "write whenever the heck you want days" anyway.

Here is the first one of the week.

(I wrote it as a text to myself, way late at night, so I would remember it the next day. Which is why its a little childish. But I can't ever seem to stray away from writing childish poems, maybe it's my destiny?)

In  Apprehension of Another Winter Where I Live

by and by is a tale of a whistling leaf

all curled up and dead

clutching tight to the bough of the tree

it sings of a story of wet early spring

flourishing color of yellowy green

then sun lit aflame with merciless heat

no drop of rain to make summer sweet

on into new fall where that little leaf

it crumpled and died 

and fell to the street

all curled up and dead.

all curled up and dead.

and reduced to the dust neath school children's feet.