PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Morning rain sounds so delicate

but just the same

I much prefer it late evening

to help lower temperature

for more comfortable sleep

but slow ruminations

begin to tap dance behind the beat

of West African Yoruban drums

and I glare at Christmas cards

from Jimmy and Rosalyn

and literature is mocking me

but I still resolve

to finish the evening

with a few new verses