..
Woke up
to crying sky.
Do I
join her? Or
dance in her
the swirling tiers
of her silver
skirt?
Can’t hurt.
..
..
Woke up
to crying sky.
Do I
join her? Or
dance in her
the swirling tiers
of her silver
skirt?
Can’t hurt.
..
playing in the rain – especially when it’s a warm summer rain – is as freeing to the soul as skinny-dipping when one is a child…
What a gorgeous image … dancing in the silver skirt of the rain. I love that!
Dance in her, I say!
Crying skies are a blessing!
Time for a February poem, I think. Happy Groundhog’s Day.