Misty Morining Interlude

          Misty morning interlude

I don’t know if I can really explain
On a misty morning, all shades grey
As a sprinkle proceeds the rain
Seeping it’s way into a weary day

Softly running from my cabin roof,
watching my artful plans blundered
collecting in puddles as if in proof
storm marches on unencumbered

Thinking on a long and lonely week
keeping company with fitful weather
Ruminating that what I truly seek
a good rain will likely make better

Impounding my faultless seedlings
reaching out for it’s gentle needling