Tag: Summertime


The wind frolicked by and she was summertime fine her scent: fresh roses. (The wind frolicked by, and she was summertime fine. And she was summertime fine, her scent: fresh roses.) Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Fresh&Wind

Expression Wednesdays

I have bad news everyone; with Jamaicans across the island pondering whether to roast or fry breadfruit, I fear we will soon come to an end, as a nation. The sun is so hot, persons are melting at a rapid pace, everyday. With hot heads