A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain

A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain

~ by Lawrence Hall 

This morning I had planned to clear and burn
more of that summer-fallen live-oak tree;
that giver of firewood against the winter cold
(I have more warmth than I will need – want some?)

But the afternoon’s rain arrived at dawn.
I am inside with coffee, books, and thoughts,
and meditations upon the rhythms
of raindrops as they dance upon the panes

This morning I had planned to clear and burn,

but I have my books

and so, will give this day a thoughtful turn

  


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