Even drizzles become strains
Against lifes natural grains,
Though cities of the future will
Be liken to floating pills
Half under, half above
The oceans blue we love,
Reigning our imaginations
Rather than stagnations,
Rain barrels full of libations
For the goddesses of the waters,
We honor all their daughters
From the waves they do arise
Into a trance cool as a bise
Bringing solstices all together
In many kinds of weathers,
Heretofore realms forgotten tether
Lores under stormy slate gray skies,
Or perhaps a flock of geese flies
Over a drought striken land
As I sit beneath a branching span.
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Kathy J Anderson
Multidisciplinary, Penning words, crafting rhymes, dabbling in artistry, tending to her garden - a creative soul with many hobbies, she crochets, gardens, creates and shapes her own designs; making jewelry, doodles in Zentangle, A.I. art.
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