Winter Rain
frisky tadpoles
in my visual field...
winter deluge
the sound
of silence after the first
winter rain...
how precious is the moment when
the sun turns the other cheek?
raindrops in Findon...
a flock of wild ducks come out
to play; stealing kisses
sowing the
seeds of desire after
the fall...
a cloud painted with
your smiles
the moon sings
yet you sit like the Pharaoh's cat
purring
a new voice
in the 'hood foretold
and yet, the light
of old memory fills the
heart of many
(C) Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo


6 Comments:
At 10:01 PM,
TechnoBabe said…
Yay, Fancy, I tried to leave a comment on your previous post over and over and so did hubby. Now I can on this one. Would it be okay with you if I use this poem on my blog and link to your blog? I especially like "how precious is the moment when the sun turns the other cheek" and "the moon sings", the connections to nature. Hope you are doing well.
At 10:44 PM,
Fancy said…
I'm alive and well, Technobabe. Thank you for your comments.
Please feel free to use this poem on your blog, as the need arises.
Enjoy your day! :)
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At 1:28 PM,
King of New York Hacks said…
the sound
of silence after the first
winter rain...
I love that sound after EVERY rain.
Very nice.
At 7:41 PM,
Fancy said…
Thank you for your comment, King. much appreciated!
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