Cold rain falls in the river, flows down to the sea, gets into the skyline, circles endlessly. Same old rain on the wind, same old pain in my soul.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


This was sent to me by my good friend, Karen, who was too cowardly to post it herself. It makes a nice companion piece to my screw up fish post. Enjoy.

I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.
It was to me, and it's very well written.

a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre


IT'S COLD!!!!!