outside the window
rain pelting the ground
high in the sky
Zeus is grumbling
inflicting his misery
upon poor mortals below
flooding their homes
once again
panic wrought their hearts
too recent is the summer storm
but somehow we mortals will make it through
and tomorrow Khione will send a blizzard
and peace will calm the panic in our hearts.
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.