darkness on cherry blossoms
when shall I make tea?
I appreciate every motivation to write. NaPoWriMo’s goal of a poem a day fits what I’m trying to do with this blog. I hope you enjoy!
daylight still waking
the quiet of poems
first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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rain gently taps
the day awakens
Wishing you a good morning, an engaging, soul redeeming day, and a refreshing weekend.