Morning coffee in hand.
I watch Mother Nature.
present her newest production.
Lightening flashes, thunder drums.
The show begins:
Like a chorus line of rhythmic show girls,
raindrops whirl and twirl on the deck,
dancing their way to nowhere.
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Author:
sarahlynne (
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Love that last line! I guess we are writing our way to nowhere.
In some ways we are, but in other ways we are writing because we want to avoid that “nowhere” feeling.
A great Nature poem, at times life is not the way we would wish dear SarahLynne. I am totally immersed in your 'Ballet of Nature' words. Great poem my friend! 🙂 ~ Zuzanna
Oh Zuzanna...how nice to find a familiar voice...thank you for the lovely comment.
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