Yesterday hubby was up in the attic digging around and found a very large stack of old papers that belonged to his mom. She loved writing poetry. Hubby does also. We are going to retype them and put them in a better binder for safe keeping. I am not much of a poetry fan but I will admit her poems were very easy to understand.
It's raining again
This autumn is lovelier than the one before;
A wood-smoke scent fills every lane;
And oh, Beloved, it's raining again!
Last night, by fireside, my new loves arms
warmed my soul, till I felt no pain;
But oh, Beloved, it's raining again!
Yesterday, wild pheasant came to
My cabin door where I'd scattered grain;
And oh, Beloved, it's raining again!
Today, in the park, I saw your image
In a scarlet sweater, but I called in vain;
And oh, Beloved, it's raining again!
Such a red-orange autumn I've never known,
But a blithesome spirit I cannot feign.
And oh, Beloved, it's raining again.
copyright: Dorothy W. 2009