Today's prompt: Write a poem that includes synesthesia—at least three incidences of cross-sensory metaphor.
The rich, brown scent of damp earth
disguised as a newly plowed field,
and the smell of green on the land;
the blue shape of water
undisturbed by cotton clouds.
What color is hope, what form renewal?
Let all your senses reel,
let them dance the happy dance
of sunshine, of spilled, yellow joy.