Archive for January, 2018

Poem to the rain

January 28, 2018

A day without sunshine,

only clouds,

and muted light from gray cloud skies,

until this hour,

when water is released

like a furiously falling waterfall.

I want to lay in the dark

listening,

lulled to sleep by the lullaby,

but my clothes are drying

and need hung tonight

or the wrinkles will set for eternity,

so I sit at my desk

grade some papers,

and write this poem,

to the falling rain.

cfblack  01-28-18

 

 

 

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