Looking Out My Window
My morning is misted with gray
rain shapes the mood of the day.
Crisp and clean odors outdoors
drops wash dust from earths pores.
Snuggled inside terry cloth
I sip at my hot cup of broth.
The rain sings a soothing refrain
easing the bulk of my pain.
I'm nourished by natures display
the promise of summers bouquet.
Earths domain is a beautiful place
that I hope humankind wont erase.
J.V./2012
This has such a positive mood - great way to begin your day.
ReplyDeletevery Oregonian - brighter days soon
ReplyDelete"My morning is misted with gray
ReplyDeleterain shapes the mood of the day.
Crisp and clean odors outdoors
drops wash dust from earths pores"
I like how the first line and the second line run into each other in the last and first words "gray rain shapes"/ "outdoors drops wash dust"- so original! :)
oh! and I love your 'about me' column!
I love the lyrical tone, but the magic was your imagery
ReplyDeleteReally wonderful
I love your terry cloth thoughts...rain and hope
ReplyDeleteFrom one rhymer to another...I love it. ...and your poem in the side-bar. I hear you loud and clear;))
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