|| A Chance of a Few Sprinkles|
|| Christopher W. Thomas (firstname.lastname@example.org) |
|| Mon Dec 21, 1998 at 12:06PM |
A chance of a few sprinkles
Realized now as rain tinkles
As brow goes into wrinkles
For music no longer tingles
All morning it has been lovely ...
Almost commercial-less, above me
But now that I'm ready to write ...
The din's giving me a fright ...
Whilst outside, the moisture
Traps me in a certain posture
Want to run with ideas ...
Then stopping them, as fears ...
Take over a mind's quiet peace
Lingering between the freeze ...
Conditions felt, used to build ...
Then the din - confounds the mill
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
12 noon Monday, Dec. 21st, 1998