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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