May 22 and Wool is Still Comfortable

Weather gathers more  importance as I inch toward “that good night”.  I cherish every day, you’d think a little rain, sleet, or snow wouldn’t matter at all. But it does, it does. Without enough sun I’m reduced to a bundle of blinking neurons lighting up with pain. Enough is the operative word here.

SUN, OH GREAT ATEN, I NEED YOU. If I lived in ancient Egypt that would be my prayer. And in this dark New England Spring that is my prayer. So get out your pencils and write a poem/prayer about the weather.

Here’s one from anyone’s youth:

Rain rain go away

Come again some other day

Little Susie wants to go out to play

About versealive

Founder of the Louise Bogan Chapter of the Massachusetts State Poetry Society, grandmother of five budding poets, and married to Richard who writes poems for birthday parties.
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