Taste the RainA Poem by Geralyn Millercolors of gaeity, gold, orange and scarlet trees spangled in autumn brightness cobalt skies above, emerald grass below; so much glaring brilliance.
Why can it not be grey and bleak? skies of drear darkness would be so pleasant, relieving tensions built during the gaudy brightness that is Autumn here.
I want to feel the numb of the wind, to taste the rain on my tongue. . . © 2011 Geralyn MillerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 4, 2011 Last Updated on January 4, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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