The garden is sodden now,
these days of rain creating
pools our boots splash in.
I see you watching the falling
rain from our bedroom window.
The electric blanket's on.
Perhaps we'll winter here.
Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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