Drizzle

Thursday, 3. April 2008, 09:39:24

poem, Cinquain

Rain clouds

Whispy and grey,

Weeping softly,

like lonely lovers.

If only I could touch their beauty.

The WaySilver Ribbons

Comments

I can smell the clouds.

By Cynthia23, # 13. April 2008, 04:19:34

Hi Cynthia!

I hope you like the wet gray days. Sometimes they are so lovely. Too many is dreary though!

-=J=-

By chinajon, # 13. April 2008, 06:08:39

Yes, "too many are dreary." Yet, they are the days that the flowers and trees grow leaps and bounds. You explain it well as to how this can be used as a metaphor to us humans in another entry that you composed regarding sadness allowing us to appreciate happiness. You are a gifted writer. Thank you for responding.

By Cynthia23, # 13. April 2008, 06:18:31