Eventide

Eventide

Raindrops spatter

Shatter

The sky

Hits ground

Gleaming shards

Of light

Water prisms

Melt

To mirror sheen

The road

The pitter patter

Of a million

Little raindrop feet

Fulfillment  

For my soul

Idle Thoughts

 Fragment

The moon

Full moon 

Eye of heaven

Cataract ridden

Gazing down

Blindly down

Upon the dying world 

An added thought:

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost