The winter snow fell in fall.
Dry snowflakes,
landing on my tongue
slipping into the darkness
scraping their corners against the back of my throat on the way down.
Yes,
these evil little grits,
disguised as soft and cuddly snowflakes
forced winters sandpaper down my central cavity
turning me into a sore trumpet.
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We are catching such unseasonal weather here too – wintery blasts in spring, and oh the havoc they cause. The “sore trumpet” metaphor struck me as original and apt (tho heaven knows I havent seen the probably billions of poems ever written!)
Cheers
Glenn
What a clever way to say you caught a cold!!!! Love it!!
Yes, it snowed quite heavy at times today. We may expect some more tonight. The sudden change in weather and temperature always takes its toll on my throat.