Trees are arched,
their branches sway.
Skies are cloudy,
covered in gray.
Dark clouds mumble
they even bray.
They moan and groan
and grumble away.
I think the thing
they are trying to say
is take an umbrella,
it will rain today.
What is the weather like where you are? Can you write a poem about your weather today?
The gadget that counts my my posts indicated I have posted a poem a day for over 500 days now. I want to thank you. Every time I'd start to feel discouraged, or blocked, one of my readers would make an inspiring comment--or something would provide an idea to carry me on to the next poem. You do make the writing a lot more fun. I appreciate your help. I never could have reached that goal without your help. Over 1,000 people come to the blog each week. Thank you.
