Lies
The dry twig snapped, crumbled into dust
Crisp ecru blades poked at my palms
The bone-dry curb made room for my footfall
I turned my face to the jewel blue sky
Rain they promised, snow a dusting
Another tall tale
Author’s Note:
Today’s prompt for National Poetry Writing Month is to make a poem that tells a lie.We had little snow this winter. Summer water rationing started yesterday and means we are only allowed to water our lawns two days a week. We are dry here in the West. And today they promised we would have rain and some snow, a promise they’ve promised all winter.
To Create... 
I love this, Lexi! What imagery I saw and felt it all, inwardly and out. I see you still have your exquisite way with words. Best of luck with NaPoWriMo! ❤
Aw, thank you so very much. Also, thank you for your encouragement. I don’t think I will be very consistent this year. I’m taking a class and it is eating up most of my free time. 😦 I am really enjoying your poems. Keep speaking your truth! You inspire me.