Drops
Water drops,
miniature globes,
minuscule and replete.
Memories revisited with no stops.
As puddles grow,
a pond soon forms,
into a pitted glass sheet.
Mother and son in a surprising lack of snow.
The grass soaks up the rain.
The soil cannot retain,
this moisture from the sky.
A hurried walk all trying to stay dry.
Incessant patter on the roof.
A dribble to the drain.
Green blades quiver and bend.
Past love lost now trying to be a friend.
No sign of sun
to make amends for wetting this fine Saturday,
while winter clouds in a warm front go on,
to let her smile the clouds defray.
String quartet
pulls at the heart,
gold ribbon on the page
as Job I read,
it stops the bleed,
red drops of scarlet rage.
miniature globes,
minuscule and replete.
Memories revisited with no stops.
As puddles grow,
a pond soon forms,
into a pitted glass sheet.
Mother and son in a surprising lack of snow.
The grass soaks up the rain.
The soil cannot retain,
this moisture from the sky.
A hurried walk all trying to stay dry.
Incessant patter on the roof.
A dribble to the drain.
Green blades quiver and bend.
Past love lost now trying to be a friend.
No sign of sun
to make amends for wetting this fine Saturday,
while winter clouds in a warm front go on,
to let her smile the clouds defray.
String quartet
pulls at the heart,
gold ribbon on the page
as Job I read,
it stops the bleed,
red drops of scarlet rage.
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