A Chill Wet Day in September

A Poem By Raine // 9/16/2010

Wet air clings to my coat,

Puddles ripple around my feet

As water poors into the gutter grates


Clouds of air puff from mouths

As people hurry into warm homes

and waiting cars.


The bright blue door in the brick

House on the corner looks

distant, as the misty air swirls.


The streets are bare and quiet

the chill in the air signifying

the beginning of work and study.


The weeping birch is crying,

droplets falling on my head

as I pass underneath


On this chill september day,

I am alone outdoors

waiting for inspiration





Really nice imagery. Lucky

Really nice imagery. Lucky you, for it to be chill there at all. Where I am it's still 90 degrees during the day!!!

E | Fri, 09/17/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I love this.

I love this. ... but it does very much make me, like Erin, miss that kind of weather. We never get cold grey days, but those were always some of my favorite.

Kyleigh | Sat, 09/18/2010


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