Monday, December 29, 2008

Stormy night poem

though dreary rains drown you
and morning mists gown you.
Once golden leaves crowned you
you shine fine as when I first found you

sonore and deep browned one
it is the mid of my night.
Troubles run before me
and promises behind.

your winds howl gray and jet
your stormy footfall beside my bed.
A lonely ecco rolls 'long the kim
you are without as I am within.