__________
I haven’t finish a new poem lately, but I did just recently start one. It’s VERY different than anything else I’ve done. It also won’t be part of my collection. Once it’s finished, though, I might put it up on Smashwords or something (for free of course) just to see how that site works and to allow readers to grab it for their ereaders instead of only having it on the blog.
Until the day comes when I release that poem, I’d like to give you a treat. I have MANY poems that I’ve written over the years. Most are ones I don’t feel like rereading since they are not up to par with my recent work. Yet, there are a few that have always popped up in my head from time to time. Today while walking my dog, there was a specific one that came to mind. It had rained (for the first time in what seems like weeks during this drought-filled summer) over night and was still dripping from the clouds in small amounts.
The poem below was written many years ago. I don’t know exactly the date, but the date that I published it on a site I was using at the time was June 6th, 2005. That’s strange to think about. SEVEN years ago!! I’ve been writing poetry for at least that long. If I’m correct, though the actual number for the year is a blur, my first poem was written in 2004. Oh yea, back to the poem. I’ve always liked this poem. I’ve have many readers like it as well. But I opened it up today and it screamed “GIVE ME A MAKEOVER!!!!” So I did. It should still get work done to it to stand pretty with my newer poems, but I’ll do that in time. (I plan on doing this to a few other poems to include in my collection.) For now this is what I have. I just “fixed” it up before posting this morning, so don’t laugh at me too much 
I hope you enjoy as much as others have already.
__________
Season’s Change
Sweet symphonies of sound.
The sounds of Spring and Rain
fall on the roof at night,
again and again.
It falls down the roof,
and to my face.
This feeling is proof
that Rain can cure the pain.
The sorrow disappears,
the Rain only felt,
hypnotic drops dripping;
there’s nothing but the Rain.
Then it gets colder,
the Snow covers all.
When did it go? Did Summer skip to Winter,
and just forget to go to Fall?
The Snow falls down
to my face with a smile.
My face grows numb.
Sweet memories appear,
memories of warmer times.
Summer in the Sun:
One by one they all fall down
after they have run.
Sleeping under a tree for shade
when it starts all over again.
The Rain suppresses all the pain.
This will help to end today
on a good note, not a bad.
Feelings only felt through touch,
not thinking of anything sad.
*This poem was published in it’s original form on Dreamer’s Reality.
