Poetry

Thoughts from a November morning, a few years ago

November Rain. (November 13, 2009)   A window opens just a crack. This morning it lets in the mist. It's wooden frame surrounds an impressionists landscape. A branch of Mexican Floss reaches through it For a swollen sky.   This is Dawn's tantalizing Choreography. Raindrops sparkle like diamonds on the pink Even in this grey… Continue reading Thoughts from a November morning, a few years ago