Open Studio Poem #19
With a frisk of rambunctiousness, a Pomeranian energy, the March wind like a red-rubber ball is bouncing away the long cold dark.
With a frisk of rambunctiousness, a Pomeranian energy, the March wind like a red-rubber ball is bouncing away the long cold dark.
Four lines, one image: the March wind as a playful little dog. The speaker compares it to a Pomeranian, a small, fluffy, energetic breed, and then switches to a second picture, a red rubber ball bouncing along.
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