Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A poem for today's weather:


Sleep now,
The luscious sleep of raindrops
And low thunder in your dreams.
Leaves swirl and mist curls
And a dying fire blows the light out.
Sleep now.

Wake to dusk and gray skies,
The steady drip grows to a long rain
A long afternoon
Of tea and nap and rivulets of thought.
Wake.

Dream again,
Dream of years ago
When you visited a stranger’s house
And slept in her dim parlor
Through a timeless afternoon
Of Chopin and distant voices
Sounding like spattering rain,
Within and without.
Dream.

October 27, 2010
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2 comments:

  1. Thanks, Jody! Each poem is like a newborn baby to me, and I love it. I don't always love them as much when they're a few years old :( Maybe this one will age well.

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Hello! I hope you leave a word ~ I will get back to it as soon as I can!