Walking rain
November drizzle wept damp gray
November drizzle wept damp gray
sky all
the day and night.
Fog longing soft shadows
nearly apeare
nearly apeare
then whisp away wrapped
in a cloak of swirling
leaves as an
old ghost whould seem to be,
and then not.
Mind your step the walk is slick, take my arm and take care.
It is so quiet in the fog and drizzle she said.
The fallen leaves have a unique scent this time of year. Or is it just this night?
Perhaps.
The lamp post glowed as the last roses faded in the fog and the rains came.
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
3 comments:
Nice Moment
Very nice Stephen. I am sick of the rain here but it definitely is better than ice or snow.
I can't decide if I like the picture or your words better...both are beautiful. Please send the rain this way. We really need it badly!
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