Poetry.

It's Wednesday again and I'd like to share with you a poem I wrote a few years ago.  Yes, I do write the occasional poem in addition to my myriad other bits and pieces of literary

In spring...

In spring when rivulets of rain
Run silent in their splendor
Down the canvas of a pane
‘Tis he alone who sighs
and ponders all the meaning and the motives
of the foolish and the wise

As love is worn away
So does the brilliance of the mind
Encouraged in his day
Forsake the blinding wealth 
That lured him from the truth
To smother him by stealth

The heart beats but in vain
No comfort lingers
No words ease the pain
When love has lost the race
And whispers as it longs 
for one remembered face.


I hope you liked it.  That's all for this week.  I'll see you on Sunday, and again next Wednesday.
Kate