Sadly my scenery is drenched in bucket amounts of precipitation and not of the anticipated white dust. Wind and fog and tempest, oh my.
I did the only thing a girl could do and I took a good long happy bubble bath.
Sometimes I have inane, funny or crazy poetry in my head; please indulge and forgive me.
Scented ivory spheres on parade
Buoyant, translucent circles foam, gleam and sparkle!
Delicate bubbles immerse the body
I soak in a golden claw foot tub.
I hold the lightness of soap in hand
Palms weave in and out to design
Sculptures, shapes and molds,
Up and together like goblets of stars
I puff at my creations and they
Scatter and disappear.
Beads of pearly droplets linger
As the feminine vessel empties
Twinkled and polished body
I blot with citrine colored soft velvet,
Greeting the stormy day with a ping, a pluck and a pulse!