Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 33
and Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform
They're not hot flashes — they're power surges. ~Author unknown
I used to be a wild storm that riled the August seas
then I was a drought that killed a weeping willow tree
I settled into a snow fall that lingered through many winters so cold and strong
and now I am a hot flash of summer that lasts all decade long.