A COLD DAY IN HELL

This constant rain kept falling for three days
to saturate the grass and feed the streams.
Autumn weather cannot be predicted.
The atmosphere was draped in foggy haze
and attitudes inflamed to shatter dreams!
Such is life the way it is inflicted.
Another rainy day in Buffalo.
We pray for days in which the sunlight beams
But days like those cannot be predicted.
And soon we will be knee deep high in snow.
Frigid!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides Poetic Form – Curtal Sonnet

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