Though they predicted gray and snow,
the sun grew warmer all day long,
the sky crescendoed blue—
how could I help but pinch myself
that’s how it’s been with me and you.
January 11, 2015 by Rosemerry
Though they predicted gray and snow,
the sun grew warmer all day long,
the sky crescendoed blue—
how could I help but pinch myself
that’s how it’s been with me and you.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged long marriage, love, poem, poetry | 5 Comments
Beautiful metaphor and such graceful subtle rhymes.
thank you, Phyllis the rhythm began to play itself through, and the rhymes followed, surprising me, too
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, January 11, 2015 at 8:29 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Weather Report”
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Whether the weather be fine
or whether the weather be not,
whether the weather be cold
or whether the weather be hot,
we’ll weather the weather
whatever the weather
whether we like it or not. :>)
(old-fashioned tongue twister)
I¹d forgotten that little rhyme thanks!
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, January 11, 2015 at 6:14 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Weather Report”
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“crescendoed blue” wowza, i love that.
me, i shake my head, but the lovely vision remains the same