a poem is a sermon
It’s raining and the air is cold, the skies are dark and gray There’s not a speck of sunshine on this January day And not a smile or cheerful word is spoken or displayed Sometimes the world is like that, or at least it seems that way It’s raining, and the gutters rattle with a […]
All these years spent riding the eye of the storm, at the edge of the wind and the rain, ahead of the weather, before it could form, you’d think patterns would make themselves plain. But the nature of the cyclone is spun from without; subtle shifts in the slipstream can deceive. You can read the […]
For two days now non-stop the rain flows, while the world waits patient for the sun; and still the wind against the window blows. No one is out at parades or picture shows; In this dreadful weather, no Mardi Gras fun. for two days now non-stop the rain flows. It may make flowers and plants […]