December has become January.
Alas last summer’s grass
Is a quagmire.
We all desire
The spring to come
But the grass
On which I stood
Remains as mud.
Wet Grass
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Drains Gurgling with Rain
I pass by
Drains gurgling with rain.
How quickly rain
Drains away.
You and I
Are like the rain.
But rain
Does not die.
It Rained Last Night
It rained last night.
The wet trees brushed
Against my thirsting flesh.
The delight
Of parched park refreshed
By rain.
K Morris - Poet 