July 2011
2 posts
“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are...”
– Maya Angelou
My Raindrop
A raindrop
Dangling from the corner of that cloud
It’s almost here, almost ready to fall
Everything is upside down
As your eyes wonder around
The lemon sky.
But you see it
See that raindrop
Swinging with the morning rush
Knowing just by looking
How it feels
On your finger tip
On your eyes
Without a touch
You feel it caress you,
And you know
Instantly by that feeling,
...
