We have snow on our lawn, still sticking from yesterday’s arctic blast.
The frog is blue; the succulents, red and frozen.
The last rose of the season opened her petals before she heard the weather forecast.
Out in the meadow, the walnut trees shrugged and said, “This is nuts.”
Then, Judge Blah tried to drive to his physical therapy appointment but couldn’t get out.
The day began and ended in black and white.
So much for sunny California.