Photo Credit: Monika Grabkowska
Solitude in the rain, my soul feels, void again
In the month of February,
I am becoming more enlightened
Still, I wonder when this feeling is going to end
Missing the way, he strokes my face
His loyal and impressive embrace was intense
I believe the way he comforts me—sees me;
Like a beautiful, gracious, goddess—friend
“It was not a pretend!”
So, I encourage myself—as I daydream,
Raindrops poetic gems
Solitude in the rain, gentle,
Precious, like the breeze, “Spring comes again!”
“I am making good friends—most of all with myself!”
The raindrops softly cleanse, the trodden earth
As I peer through my spectacle lens.
Empress Journee
