As I gaze through this window,
A dusky drizzle meets my eyes.
A longing for warm sunshine
Builds within me as I view the skies.
My mind now is soaring
Through the wondrous warmth I wish,
And while I coast through the air,
An algebra problem I miss.
I'd thought I'd heard the roar of thunder
As I journeyed through this space.
But now I crash-land back to earth.
Deep colors fill my face.
|I wrote the poem above one dreary day in junior high school way back in the '70s. The picture is me when I was six. You'll find more recent musings in my live journal below. To return Home from this framed page, click here.|