Good Morning and Welcome to Monday the 22nd day of February, 2016.
This summer the air felt warm as I opened the back door for Mr. Alvin to go outside.
So odd for February but very welcome all the same.
I would like to share a poem I wrote twenty-six years ago…… as I think of spring and summer.
Walking to and through the Rain …
As I’m walking along,
Pace, brisk as I have set.
The rain softly falling,
from the sky a tranquil blue.
That yellow beacon peeping thru.
Birds are flying singing their songs.
I’m humming a song in my mind.
Humming and thinking of moments —
Times that were wonderful.
Hoping that I may see them once again.
The sun is covered by dark clouds.
Rain begins to fall with passion,
Hard and heavy.
Drops of rain bead upon my face,
As I hasten my pace toward home,
I’m soaked through but no matter,
Dry clothes await me.
Rounding the corner I’m almost home.
There I will be dry – still thinking of those treasured times.
Wishing you were here – with me.
Written by CY Lewis, August 18, 1990
Happy Monday Everyone …..
Always good to think back ….. I was listening to Adele earlier and she made me think of a past love.
Special Hello to: Birthday girls ….. just around the corner ….. there are three.
Always, Carol and Alvin
Feb 25, 2016 @ 16:52:00
Aww, I’ve never seen this poem before, I love it!