Winter Lament

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Sketchbook Poetry

Winter Lament

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

puddles muddle inside my brain
waiting for some dry remark
yet nothing comes to me right now
but stale rhyme..a poet’s parody

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

drips dropped ceaselessly for two weeks
(“you’re so lucky it’s wasn’t snow”) who cares!
the rain has rusted my bones and brain
leaving me here in sodden disgusted woe.

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

pitter-patter on my window pane
splish-splashing down the road it comes
no good to lament…no good to whine
this is the true nature of our winter-time

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

poor groundhog’s drowned in Italy
for his shadow he certainly saw that day
the blackbird* days were just too warm
so who knows when this rain will stop!

Walking under the stars last night
Seeing the moon’s distanct light
Thankful for a spite in the rain
Though it’ll be falling down again
Before the night is through.

twinkle twinkle went the stars
the moon shown bright for a few hours
then up they came the dull grey clouds
so, guess:  the sun won’t shine again today.

Damn.

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* see Days of the Blackbird