Write a four line poem about: fog.
Because it took a long time for the sun to burn away the fog here this morning, and now it has come back under the cover of darkness. So we'll likely see more of the same tomorrow morning.
And also because: how have I not used that as a prompt before?
Max spent most of today with his aunt and uncle. I think everyone involved enjoyed themselves.
The world is concealed and consumed
By the cold grey breath of this land.
Blindly we continue to march,
Guided by an unseen hand.