Bitter Winter rain
Your opportunity lost
With Spring’s arrival
Or so I would have wagered
And yet, here I see you snow
Tag: weather
A fog rolling in
My imagination stirred
Like cream in coffee
Great billowing cloudy thing
Sugar melts like stars at dawn
Stop me if you dare!
Cries the flame against the wind,
It is my end goal,
To be more than a flicker,
Against the darkest of times.
Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
This peaceful moment:
You, me, and the sound of rain.
A soft percussion,
Dropping bubbly brook beats,
That crescendos rapidly.
Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?
Golden sunset shines
Through pea-sized water droplets
Crystalline clear
Trailing a fuzzy rainbow
Where one would expect shadow
Out my window I see
The season playing with me
Calling me a fool
“You think it to be Spring time?”
Mocks the north wind, “Give them hail!”