I embraced the winter rain,
felt the mist upon my cheeks.
All day I watched the fog tumble
down the hillside from clouds
pinned on the backside
of a sleeping giant.
All the while warmed
by sweet mystery
of weather.
What is something you can embrace? Would you like to write a poem about it? Give it a try. Have fun writing.
A poem should not mean, but be. Archibald MacLeish
Joy, I love the image of the fog tumbling down hillside.
ReplyDeleteI wish you were here so you could see it.
DeleteThis rain song is great.These bring back memories. Keep up the good work.Thank you for the rhymes. I really enjoyed listening to them.
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