Tonight's Zelda's Inferno exercise: write a poem using alliteration, about this time of year (winter, holdays, new year, whatever)
wildly warm winter weekend and I am wondering
about weather
and what warming trend will wend it's way toward us
and whether we'll stop witlessly polluting the air before the waves wash cities away
and on a more personal level
about where I'll go and what I'll do on New Year's Eve, and whether I'll have a date
whirlwind of winter solstice socialization
six or seven special soirees in the past several weeks
setting up for the switchover from this sorry-ass year to the next in sequence
washing away the waning year
so we can start anew