Another drop Posted on February 26, 2013 by Patricia M. Brigham Headache Sky gray A swathe of wool covers this day. Yet each hour is for keeping and for listening to the rain. Time will seek its certain passage when memory unravels, relaxes, and like the wool, slips away. P.B. About these ads Share this:ShareLike this:Like Loading...
Loved the poem. Really captures the day.
Thank you!