Prose Challenge of the Week #38: Write a piece of micropoetry about what summer means to you. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
I Once Tried To Grow In Summer
I once tried to grow in summer
But everyone crowded out my roots.
I learned and I adapted
Now I bloom in winter-
Thriving off the absence of the living