Chase, Stomp, Conquer The Chilly Moist

A tumbledown turtle day if ever there was one.
The falling rain, a limpid rain, chased away the sun.
Slate tortoise torrents against off-white grey clouds;
Crossed over to fill a gulch in the Lost Everprouds
Town Lake surface abuckled white and angry.
Would you go for a walk in the rain with me?
We can chase the drops or stomp in the bestest puddles
Then run home to hot rum cocoa and the nicest cuddles.
Or, does the thought of the wet leave you unbemused
Hung with a new misery of soggy and toes abused?
O, take the chance and let us conquer the chilly moist.
Linger abaft the water curtain two steps out your front door joist.
We will most definitely refind the warm confidently enraptured as one;
Listening to the falling rain, a simple rain, that chased away the sun.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on January 18, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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