Poetry

Leaf Peeping. A Poesy.

When Climate Becomes Your Enemy
And Weather No Longer A Friend

What’s That Damned Poet To Do

Does Azure Blue disappear from view
And the refrain of a gentle rain conjure
only the anachronistic

And a storm no longer portends… but upends
the coming and goings of character schemes,
their dreams, and serves but to meme all begins with an
inclement incident, the be all to an end all …
in a dismal drizzle of over baked or flash frozen dénouement.

FINIS

And my poor man micro blog…AKA “a text widget” has been updated, as usual, and it’s below.



Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

3 thoughts on “Leaf Peeping. A Poesy.”

  1. Bill says:

    Well. It feel good to see yer posts again. Good stuff, of course. I shall not become friends with the block thingy, unless I absolutely must. Lookin’ good, Doug.

    1. r.Douglas says:

      Thanks Bill. Great to hear from ya. Yea, blocks are a beast, fortunately, this current theme sorta allows one to flow with ’em. Hope you be O.K. See ya soon.

      1. Bill says:

        Back at cha, Doug.

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