Rain Quatern Poems

close up, beneath the microscope,
faint veins design subtle roadmaps
following the paths and streets, lanes
leading over peaks, reflecting

lovely stardust, broken fragments
close up, beneath the microscope,
gentling flames...

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The golden yellow’s russet reds
Rain down with Autumn's changing hue.
The bleak grey skies awash my dawn
Instead, I yearn for Summer’s blue.

Cool breezes blow throughout the...

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Like a sigh, your love runs soft, well
Vast as the seas, both warm and good
One tear bids the soul fear of hell
Wade o’er the dark,...

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Someday I will know what courses my brain,
like going far, from car seat to car door,
and wondering if I needed a cane,
as I sit and...

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The brooding nimbus in my sky
will not depart. A sunny day
I long to see, so why oh why-
I ask- will it not go away.

Why do...

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When I called you my beloved for the first time,
My heart skipped a beat; I felt sublime,
As you are my best friend of mine,
And I'd...

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I think it’s like a lullaby
to hear the rhythm of sweet rain
come falling, falling from the sky
and tapping on my windowpane.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
I think it’s like...

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Rain is a gypsy we once knew,
singing her melancholy songs.
A restless nomad, quickly flew,
left crystal tears to wish upon.

Swirling skirts in dry river bed,
rain is...

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a leaf dances and sways in skies
painted in shades yellows and golds
soft whispers of premonitions
the changing slant of morning light

an oak bears the passage of...

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And leaves faded old are flying,
withered red, burnt orange and gold:
and the birds in trees are crying;
the mornings have a hint of cold !

Autumn is...

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(Weather Forecaster Threnody)

I know, I know, I’ve compromised 
My high repute, to my demise.
I have been trashed and penalized 
When forecasts don’t materialize. 

You have...

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Down comes the rain this winter day.
The weather map up on my screen
Confirms the overcast and gray:
Advancing swarms of yellow, green.

A sliver lining, cause for...

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As an ancient oak creaks and groans,
wailing winds rattle its branches.
And the pitter-patter of drops
starts drumming on patio stones.

Raindrops morph into sleet and hail
as an...

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The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.

Like clouds and...

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