Poem from December 2015.

Changing to Rain

The snow-snug sky changing to rain
is comforting as an afghan
crocheted by Mom
forty years ago
during commercials
of One Life to Live
or General Hospital.

I'm at Gail Ann's Coffee Shop
(cream, two sugars);
I'm refreshed by the sight and feel
of weather that keeps
most people indoors.

Across the street, the Regent Theatre
advertises a Janis Joplin tribute.
The Book Rack opens at 10.

I should be asleep, really,
having been up since the wee hours,
but I'm enjoying writing to you
from suburban Boston
three days before the New Year.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-14 at 08:44

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It's a simple and nice poem
thank you for sharing!

Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Remembering again! I love to remember good times, and isn’t it strange how often it is the weather on that day which preserves and calls back the memories? Lovely description of getting ready for a new year.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The quiet soul of the writer is illuminated here the need for solitude, to watch, to absorb, to write in ever unique, ever brilliant ways. To deftly put simple words in sequences that are so much more than their sum.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i like the specificity of this. you can look back and say, ahh, this is what i was doing and thinking on this day, and images of that day, and thoughts of that day, will be refreshed—specific enough that now i have images of that day that i never lived. you broadened my world, extended the boundaries of my days.