Weather

Creatures ever relied upon the weather
praying for gods of storm and wind to be meek.
My child awakes and her hair as soft as feather
tickles my jaw as I cuddle her back to sleep

———
http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/halfway-there/

Another rough-honed poem.

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