“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
After The Rain At Cathedral Rock
Alone with the raindrops—
Along a rain-soaked red trail
The soft powder turned rusty—
While my burdens, they fell
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The Love I Knew
The soft drops of rain fell-
Each drop a reflection of her
A flood they could have been-
While still my memories more
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Winter Missing
Not a snowflake fell
Leaves rustle about
Gentle, cool rains
It was all that came
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The Witness
The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
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This Place
A striking spectacle of nature
It all flows quietly through my soul
Starlings whistle is the distance
Lucky I am to call this place my home
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A Day, One More
Waking up, rainy day, only cloudy skies and soggy ground make it different than others…
Wiping sleep from my eyes, across the room I stumble, as if walking for the first time
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