Posted on September 1, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.
Today’s topic: Write a December memory.
17
Low fog
stagnating
after its slough off the
mountains. I saw the scorched stumps of
grape vines.
Want to participate? First either get yourself a copy of A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves or read these guidelines. Then either check in to see what the prompt for the day is or read along in the book.
Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: “It was Sunday morning” (after Sharon Olds).