Today’s word is “popple” ... pop-uhl ... to move in a tumbling, irregular manner, as boiling water. (Dictionary.com)
Blow
As of this very moment,
All the poppling can cease,
We’ve had enough of dogging rain,
It’s time for our release.
As for those draining temperatures,
That threaten our demise,
The front of cold can’t come too soon,
(Please be of a great size!)
The weather’s not important,
Until it stops us in our tracks,
Then it becomes the master,
And that is a true fact!
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2019
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