I don't want sunshine. That tame, sleepy warmth.
Give me storm clouds, gath'ring like a coven
On the horrizon, clothed in their best black
Cocktail dresses, throwing amphibious
Ingredients with abandon into
A cauldron until something starts to boil.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.
Saturday, May 11, 2019
Witching weather
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