THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: December 9, 2016

A drizzle, not wild rain No drenching torrents No puddles forming under the palm and the birch No soaking the dry brown earth while I sit cozy inside No squall, friend of solitude to embrace the writing itch, just a parched blue midnight an effete sprinkle in the air Nothing to stir the pen or green the lawns This must have been the poetic equivilant of a rain dance. Right after I wrote it we had… Read More