Own Small Comforts
The tropical storm moves closer
Brings wind and choppy seas
From my window it's a gray mass
But ride out the storm with me
Trapped in total isolation
All alone in my pain
Even the joy of the Seagull
Disappears with falling rain
The rain brings it own small comforts
Water to make things green
Clouds to hold sun's thermometer
Time alone to daydream
Sponsor: PD
Contest: Any Poem
Written: June 08, 2013
Posted July 02, 2013
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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