A Week of Rain and Poetry

Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

Photo by Isis França on Unsplash

Thirst

I’ve seen the rain on cool gray days
From windows with thick panes
The children jump in puddles deep
Water rushes down the lane
I press my hands against the panes
I’m thirsty to my core.
But I am told my puddle days
Are gone forevermore.

Hunger

Slow waking darkness
Soft light peeking in 
I trace the curve 
Of your …