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.