In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twenty-four hours.I was going to use it to write a haibun, which is a prose piece that includes haiku. But, it turned into a little rhyming ditty.
--Mark Twain from "New England Weather," a speech delivered to the New England Society, December 22, 1876
The photo I found to illustrate my ditty, has Mark Twain looking out a window in 1903, possibly in New England on a spring day.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of twenty-four hours. --Mark Twain from a speech delivered to the New England Society, December 22, 1876
Mr. Twain Exaggerates
A wisp of mares' tails.
A bank of solid gray.
A breeze to tickle the hairs on an arm.
A wind to make flagpoles sway.
A mist to burn off in sunlight.
A torrent to wash frogs away.
A drip of sweat, a shiver of cold.
An average New England spring day.
I ended up writing a cherita to post on Michelle's TLD May padlet, because I actually did see something outside my back window (three rabbits). Michelle featured it on Wednesday (thanks, Michelle).
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