Mike Bayles Poet Other

April

waking to rain
remnants of the storm
the cat prowls past my bed
memories of love stir
I’m alone
in the silent room
my heart beats
the sun bleeds through clouds
a poetic leap
trees sprout leaves
to live is to live again
trees sprout leaves 
a poetic leap
the sun bleeds through clouds
my heart beats
in the silent room
I’m alone
memories of love stir
the cat prowls past my bed
remnants of the storm
waking to rain

(palindrome)

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Hilda Greenhough April 26, 2025 at 12:20 PM Fixation of memories in early morning, I've also experienced this occurrence. I enjoy how your poem circles round from rain to ending of rain still falling. It sounds like a drizzly day.