We can only give what we have
and my friend
has the gift of friendship
like warm July weather.
Qualities exist in us
like the sun
shining through a window-pane.
Mine are more like a dreary downpour in January.
When the sun cuts through clouds
I don’t complain.
People don’t like the cold rain
Some of them carry red umbrellas, and enjoy the sound of pattering
artists, athletes, and aesthetic babes
bask in the light.
is for people running to their cars.
“How’er you do’in?”
They rarely hold a picnic there.
It is my joy
that someone can appreciate
a broad spectrum of weather.
Rainbows show-up in the rain
and too many sunny days
makes the green grass brown.
When the sun appreciates a cold drink
red and blue
they soak up, what most people avoid.
People don’t want the cold hard truth
they want warm showers of light
but the wise man walks in all kinds of weather
and dresses well
the seasons celebrate him
like a good friend.