Withering Weather I’d rather battle the wind, rain, And gusts of blown leaves and branches Than the storms of angst against Than the storms of angst against The world we know. Why is the mind wise And stubborn, letting the Heart skip rhythms? The wind comes from the water Spraying my face. No one sees the tears of Disgrace. Lands that I love, I watched the last colorless leaf Hold fast and let go. Soaked through to my soul I’m thankful for the rain Nothing blocks the chill. I wish for rainbows And clear skies. Withering weather, Doesn’t last forever.
