SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)


Gray rain has worn the whiteness of the sill.
Clean panes shine decently against the chill.
The afternoon follows its shadow in.
No one will tell tomorrow it has been.

Good-bye to chicory and Queen Anne's lace.
You come a slash of last sun on your face.
Your clothes already blued by hungry dusk,
Diminishing the dream force to its husk.

Who pays the flower's fare into yesterday?
'No one. They just belong like us you say.'
How strange a patch of rain that is so small
Could cover the diminsions of us all.

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never ending rain......i see through the open windows of mind.....
This morning I'm covered by the beauty of your words, captured and held within. Embraced by the flow of your golden pen, can't wait to read more from you again. A sister poet Melvina
You polish the windows of your imagination to allow the reader to read your thoughts and feel your dreaming. Love your use of the word 'decently' in the second line and your final couplet is the perfect expression of wonder. Immaculate penning. love, Allie xxxx
Good poem and a great poet! Bill Grace
loved this wonderful piece. you do know how to bring things to life and lets us see the way they should be seen.
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