Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Morning Fitz

It is unseasonably warm and rainy this morning,
so a Fitzgerald drizzles forth ...

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When it Rains

I wonder why honest rain
fills me with joy,
while a dismal, drizzled sprinkle
evokes possible despair?

Perhaps it is my high desert heritage
-- perhaps a kinship with tears.
Give me faire friends whose gifts
are bold and full of heart.

Let their joy hammer passion into my soul.

Let my love be the same.

2 Comments:

At 4:16 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

How lovely.

 
At 2:54 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Beautiful - we have had wonderful nights of refreshing rain here. I love to hear it drumming on the roof.

 

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