Dripping Woods

Posted on October 29, 2022 by hernibs

Dripping woods,
crackling fire,
rain washed ferns
all inspire
words of gratitude,
and hope,
rainy day,
no need to mope
but moping
is inherent in me
I close up like an anemone,
not wanting anyone to see,
I wait for sun
impatiently.

©Sharron R. McMillan

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2 Responses to Dripping Woods

  1. hernibs says:
    October 30, 2022 at 9:06 am

    Gratitude lists are a great idea. How can one mope when writing about what we are blessed with. Thank you. Beside the crackling fire this morning, for sure. 😉

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  2. Heather says:
    October 30, 2022 at 8:51 am

    When I start to mope I either get out my sun lamp or write a gratitude list. Both seem to help. We are so very fortunate! I love the rhythm of your poem. So visual! Crackling fires are so cozy!

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