Posted by Odey Patrick on
The rain is here again-
a basket for your tears,
The winds are hurrying home
Or so the leaves are saying.
Its dark about to hide
the trees funny dance.
The rain is here again-
buckets to pray with at night
Its dark about yet shines
faces on a leakage's vigil.
The crawlers are about the dark,
with the last drips sounding out.
The wind blew past now-
ruffled a few behind,
The cold follows brief,
the caress is perishing.
Dawn is an egg
to break upon our curls
a hot bath for breakfast,
Or wait to bask in lunch.