Write a four line poem about something or someone that is: erratic.
Because that's the only word I can think of to describe the weather today. Raining, sunshine, cloudy, repeat. Every now and then mix in a little rain with sunshine to keep things interesting.
Thankfully it's not the word to describe our sales this morning. All the berries went to good homes, there was about ten pounds of cherries leftover, and all the shelling and snow peas sold. It was a very good, very busy market for us.
She walks in the room,
And my heartbeat scatters;
Suddenly deep breathsAre real hard to gather.