poetry, writing


The tapping of the rain on the window pane

And the wind howling through the mighty oak

Teardrops stain the window’s glass

As tired eyes stare from an exhausted lass

Sleep comes as her lids finally close,

A blanket wrapped to keep her warm.

Finally sweet slumber settle in,

And her aging face wears a grin.

Drifting away from the day comes with ease

Now she may drift off to dream as she please.

April 2, 2022 – DRM

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