words flow like the rain
down a mountain side
or off a slanted roof,
they mix and mingle
form and reform...
in the mind
on the page
an explosion of letters
spell checked and verified,
words from a sunset or sunrise
winter scene with snow
summer scene with birds
falling leaves of fall
spring's mowing grass smell,
words taken from thoughts
from memories and dreams,
from the reality of living
and being open to all that
forms around us... from the
tiniest kitten to the large cat
from the fire of a campsite
to the rapids of a river...
words flow like the rain
we catch them when we can
use umbrellas when we cannot,
the flow is constant, if we take
the time and know where to look.
February 13, 2025
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