Hints
Wet grass in rain,
Earth soaks sky tears;
Gain in sure pain,
Wet weather clears.
Just for a while,
The sun comes out;
A midday smile,
As joy now shouts.
December hurls,
Floods pulse of rain;
Cold dampness swirls,
Loud wetness stains.
Stormy weather
Adds furious shades;
Gloom can fester
Wet escapades.
Grey skies can mint
A sad charade;
Dark passage hints
Of more wet raids.
Bourgainvilleas:
Bald scrubs devoid
Of beauty here;
Cold rain makes void.
This year-end flood
Piles wet on wet;
Blue surge of blood,
Monsoon now sets.
Leon Enriquez
22 December 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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