The rain has arrived, just a gentle drizzle
Glad to be home, by the radiator I sizzle
Bedtime is looming, although inwardly I fizzle
Putting my feet up, I write down my shizzle.
I’m thinking & speaking & writing in rhyme
The verses keep flowing forth all of the time
To spend the day writing is to me sublime
Sugar-coated anecdotes, speckled somewhat with grime.
I’m as cozy as a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon
Despite the bitter weather, spring will be here soon
3 more weeks of winter & then spring will be a boon
Tonight I’ll be in bed before the rising of the moon.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 