Ain’t it foggy outside? All the planes have been grounded.~Dewey Bunnell
A cloud descends to blanket the border
between the hidden worlds. Winter’s order
amiss, both spring and its predecessor
confusing all the weather professors
who paint broad strokes of continental streams.
Turning them off’s salubrious, it seems
we face our own peccadillos, no wrath,
accepting who we are on our own path.
Inspired by: Border, Both, Salubrious, Peccadillo, Winter and Hidden.