A second ode to March in NCal
the rain
did not patter
on my roof
this morn – after
noah-length days of
relentless wet sky & the
wind stopped its sopping
drenched tunnel, & the
sky was a brighter shade of
grey – I shot open my
door with deep flourish – just to
find snow.
-ryn.03.2006
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Nice poems and photos. In second ode I would drop relentless.
"... noah-length days of wet sky."
noah-length is such a strong original adjective that relentless isn't necessary.
Bardofbyte
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