Dripping Woods

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

©Sharron R. McMillan

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2 Responses to Dripping Woods

  1. hernibs says:

    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. 😉


  2. Heather says:

    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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