Frost Kiss
The earth now turned and barren,
The bounty of harvest done,
Except a row of parsnips,
Sweet for frosts first kiss.
The Chase
Bright Sun trekking ‘cross the sky,
Pale Moon chasing from behind,
Slave to Earth’s eternal grasp,
Sun to Moon, kiss my…
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Fake Flamenco Poetry Challenge.
Prompt: Harvest/Nature
Form: Dodoitsu
Date: 2022-12-06 | Tags: #ffpoemapop
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Nicely done.
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Great additions to the challenge! ‘Sweet for frosts first kiss.’. Perfect!
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I just learned something I plan to act on, here 😀
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That your parsnips need a frost to convert starch to sugars and sweeten them?
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