Morning wakes
The wind bites
And I stay here
thinking –
Summer is rainy
And I laugh
realizing –
It is the middle of August.
The rain comes in torrents
but for a while
the sun breaks through
the clouds.
It’s a big, wide world.
And I smile at the thought
of another lovely day.
And I count the days
till Christmas comes.
Oh dear! Pasko na?! Love it, Arlene! Nice poem 🙂
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I often hear Christmas carols being played on the radio. Nostalgic, isn’t it?
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