Tuesday, January 19, 2010


The drumming hum
of ceaseless rain
that thrums against
my windowpane.

Fingers there
enticing me
to sit and watch
the tossing sea.

From warm indoors
I watch the sky.
Its cold eyes too
are watching mine.

The chilling season
here abounds
in never-ending
rainy rounds.

A former glory
of the sun
has disappeared,
its day is done.

Once happy waves
now angry turn
in rolling thrusts
of frothy churn.



Jonathan Baker said...

I'm loving that you are posting every day! It fills me with happiness!

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