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About This Poem
This Steady, Slow Drizzle
Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to a clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for these gray skies --
they bring no joy
as bright sunshine might...
only sober, quiet periods
for reflection
unaffected by the colors
of cheerier weather.
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