No Where To Go, Another ‘Fluff’ Poem

Husk with a wrinkle,

Fluff with sunlight twinkle,

Bug is standing deftly,

Despite a breeze so swiftly,

Flippant to the wind,

Though the fluff is growing thinned,

Waving to and fro,

Guess he has no place to go.

Another ‘fluff’ piece 😉

I am always amazed at the interesting things for us to see when out and about.

Word of the Day Challenge: wrinkle

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: flippant

Thank you for visiting and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at https://mindescapes.net. Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:https://buymeacoffee.com/jimsponseller

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