In the thinning dusk, a Gothic cloud drapes in loops across the sky.
Pouring down a wet shower on earth.
Casting down a dark shadow, dampening the brightest candle.
Rain reaching every nook and cranny.
The black cloud does not have a dark purpose.
For it feeds our earth's soil
Poem by Ana, age 11.
Photo: Korean Sun Ornamental Pear (Pyrus fauriei 'Korean Sun')
Monday
Dark Rain
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This is another very good poem. Ana should submit poetry to the Wazee Journal, www.wazeejournal.org and see what happens. She can also become a friend of the WJ on Facebook.
I wrote this long nice comment then I had to go join google and make up some more names and passwords, and now my should and head hurts, I need to get back to my garden. Thanks for being there, love the garden, pics and
this site.
Such sweet poetry. Thank you for sharing. Also love the color on the pear tree. Beautiful.
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