"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, May 26, 2011

After Rain I Walk.

Crisp
beads of rain
a sky overcast
with clouds
of grey cotton.
The chill of after rain,
has me shivering.

Or maybe
the walk home
is just too short.
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4 comments:

  1. Brother OllieMay 27, 2011 at 6:50 AM

    Like how you end your poem...a solid ending to ponder.

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  2. Poets UnitedMay 27, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    Love visiting your site. Keep posting your work - people need to read your original poems.

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  3. Human ParadoxMay 31, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    Great description. That's a great time to take a walk.

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  4. MarianJune 2, 2011 at 2:35 PM

    keep walking! (walking in the rain is the best)
    keep writing!

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