For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #170
magic, forest, swarm, storming, words, without
hangs, while, thrive, passions, creature, jump, hum
And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #210
Words swarm in forest of thoughts,
hang in the stormy air, humming
that low buzzing hum that means
they are up to something.
Soon become magical creatures
that thrive on passions better
left without clear definitions.
Leap and jump from highest branches,
while poet sleeps
Elizabeth Crawford 7/20/14