The Dale Below

The fowl blowing of the gale,

shrieks at me from a long forgotten place.

The sun unwilling to reflect,

hides behind a skirted sky.

And in his despair drenched the dale below.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Wind and rain, two of my favorite subjects come to the dale. My visits with them have been a bit more than alarming this past year. Hurricane Helene just dumped a busload of both on us. I like the imagery here. F.

[Cherrie]

I hear ya - she was relentless.

[Robert Trakofler]

what a haunting set of Lines... Mon Cherrie! the picture is a perfect reflection of the poem Oh how I am jealous of you folks that can write poems in such delicious brevity

[Cherrie]

Get in and get out is my motto in shopping and with the ✒️.

[Cherrie]

The funny thing is I had been thinking of a summer day and then thought what is the flipside of that coin. Wa-la - we get bitter blowing rain.

[Robert Trakofler]

This reminds me of an old lyric line I wrote… take the bitter with the sweetnlow:)