Morning Meditation, New Orleans Up One Day, Down the Next A frog croaks in my backyard, he knows the rains are coming. Another joins in and they sing a chorus separately and together. The air is ripe with humidity, moments suspended in invisible droplets. The rains are coming and all I want to do is sleep. Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Then follow that impulse and sleep – all of nature is supporting you! Great poem.