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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Day the Sixteenth--Arizona Spring

All righty then. It's the 16th day of National Poetry Month so here's a Spring Senses poem generator. I got it here.

Spring Senses Poem
Spring looks like _____________________.
Spring sounds like ____________________.
Spring feels like ______________________.
Spring smells like _____________________.
Spring tastes like _____________________.
And here's my poem:

Arizona Spring
Spring looks like sharp spines topped with an explosion of color.
Spring sounds like a mockingbird alarm clock (unstoppable, of course).
Spring feels like that first climb up to the top of the roller coaster before it plunges into an active volcano.
Spring smells like BBQ sauce and creosote and a dusty wind.
Spring tastes like the promise of a new day.
© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy

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