Searching For a Clearing

Rain trills down my window pain

like a scoop of ice cream in the hand

of a three year old on a hot August day.

Clear drops gather on grey branches

as kindergartners do in lunch lines.

Dinosaurs drool in the moist, crisp air.

Dreams are puddles mixed with mud.

Mud encrusts the soles of boots and basements.

Days become weeks.

Weeks become years peering,

searching

through clouded mind and flooded streets

for a clearing.

fierce dinosaur in the snow

5 thoughts on “Searching For a Clearing

  1. So much fun!

    *Jimmy Harris* President Harris Communications http://www.clearonhold.com 706.886.4321 (w) 706.491.6340 (c)

    On Tue, Feb 25, 2020 at 11:41 PM Angelina’s Garden wrote:

    > Angelina posted: ” Rain trills down my window pain like a scoop of ice > cream in the hand of a three year old on a hot August day. Clear drops > gather on grey branches as kindergartners do in lunch lines. Dinosaurs > drool in the moist, crisp air. Drea” >

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  2. I’m glad you had a photo for “dinosaurs drool”…I was trying to figure out the metaphor! You’ve given a great description of winter woes. I hope you use your poem if you have to teach similes!

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