Friday, September 26, 2014

Rainy Thursday, many projects half-done..

..and yet, here I sit, writing bad poetry and nursing a rainy day mood.





Pressed against the glass box
the forest rains down
beating a rhythm on the roof

As I look out, warm
safe and dry, I wonder why
my heart is so heavy










The dogs take me out
leading me into the rain
Who is on the leash?










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