I’ve always said that there is poetry to be found everywhere. You just have to look for it, in your inbox, on the refrigerator, or sometimes hanging from the underside of a dock. And sometimes, it’s perfect just the way it is. So for the 22nd Found Poetry February, this beauty.
Blue rain from a clear sky.
Our world a cube of sunlight –
but to the South
the violet admonition
of thunder.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 