The rain falls in a constant rhythm,
A soothing and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches weigh down with water,
Dripping tears for the absent sun.
Flowers lift their faces for washing,
Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.
The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,
As the sun returns to herald its return.
A new day dawns around us,
New beginnings for our slice of paradise.
The line is straight and clear.
Any misstep
can create abject fear.
Walk the narrow line with great care.
A deviation
can end the life you hold so dear.
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see the sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
Loud and clear.
A DROP OF WATER
A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.
Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.
Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.
So is nature.
So is life.
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
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A field of poppies.
Tempting as they may be.
I cannot yield to them.
My head would be clouded.
My thoughts floating away.
A day of fantasies and dreams.
I must hold steadfast.
And walk away.
Keep my mind clear.
For thoughts I hold dear.
Blurry from the rain.
Fogging my window.
Pitter patter.
Rain drops falling.
I want to see sun.
I want the fog lifted.
I want to see clearly again.
A DROP OF WATER
A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.
Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.
Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.
So is nature.
So is life.
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.
