Up North In The Rain
It’s raining,
the northern air is cool,
and damp,
It’s one of those perfect days,
to read on the back porch,
the rain gently tapping the windows,
the heft of the book,
in my hands,
I pause,
watching the mist accumulate,
over the valley,
Swallowing the trees,
one at a time,
Like I’m looking,
at a forest of ghosts.
