Morning Mizzle

You showed up on my bedroom shutters,
with a light and playful, pitter-patter,
a zillion, tiny, drops of drizzle
delighting in a dewy dance.


Eyes closed, body still, I keenly listened,
 to your hypnotic, steady, soothing rhythm,
and when the misty music suddenly ended,
I had fallen into a dreamy trance.

Morning, 
your mood today is dark and lazy,
despite dawn's debut of rainy energy,
 so, until the sun dries up your puddles,
I'll stay warm and snug in my cocoon covers.


Inspired by this morning's mizzle,
written for Poets United, Midweek Motif
 

Defining Decisions

 Defining Decisions

Some, are easier than others,

 requiring no pondering, no cerebral scale

to weigh each crucial detail,

before it's stored for future use.

Then, there are those that are made for you,

perhaps due to a circumstance you did not expect,

yet in the wake of it, fatefully directs you

towards your destined path.

The ones, though, which most torment my soul,

   hover forever in my mind, and thus, 

in that nebulous existence, 

remain confined and undefined.

Written for 'The Poetry Pantry'
at Poets United