Morning Poem, February 22, 2017


In the warm, steady rain

I look out and away

Into mist and into grey


I remember old days

When I walked in the rain

Home from school and out to play


There is something beyond

Where the rain comes from

It hides now and anon


It was present in life

When the closed doors came open

And fortune smiled bright

And darkness was broken


Copyright 2017

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