wait for it

yesterday
cold rain drizzled everything
like cold rain

smothered the edges
spring-budding trees
traffic-drenched walkers

lensed windows into
multifaceted eyes
muddied the sun

today
sun’s yellow pen
redraws all edges

illuminates
spring-budding trees
spring-stepping walkers

banishes windows
brings in birdsong’s
bright giggling blues

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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