Fantasy

Rain

The day is folding

the evening is spreading its wings

suddenly the pitter patter of rain drops

hitting the pavement

a steady and quick rhythmic

sound of precipitation

signaling the day’s end

I want to convince myself

that I love listening to its cadence

but I am not going to.

December clouds

I watched as the melancholy moon arose from the mediocre clouds

just another night alone upon a lonely sky

the moon attempted to question as to why is he perched upon

the clouds so high a solitary star on a bitter cold winter night

when no one bothered to reply he continued to watch the earth

while floating in the heavy dark December clouds


Day

Another hectic day before the year ends. Deadlines to meet, people to see and places to go, can’t seem to do everything in a week.

I am not a serial complainer, but somehow today I just have to vent out. Looking forward to the weekend when I get to sit and catch up on reading and writing. Hopefully.