Box Seat
Lately I’ve heard so many complaints about the rain. It’s come so often that most of us fail to see the beauty in a wonderful storm anymore. I’ve been especially grateful for those who have expressed a love for the wet weather. I feel some of that!
Categorized as Writing / Poetry
Still and silent with all around me I wait watching lights
flicker on and off on on and off –bright lights.
Finally come bass drums low, very low and farthest away– coming muffled as old echoes struggling to reach horizon’s edge.
Tall shadows whisper and dance as the beat of all drums stronger grows to crescendo of movement and light as the world resounds with falling chords on leaf, metal and hardened ground.
A nighttime symphony! –So glad I left the window open.
Categorized as Writing / Poetry