From the Garden at Treetops a look at winter rain.
Cape Blanco in a rainstorm
The garden lies dormant,
sodden, dismal.
A mist rises gently
from the dank green forest
that lies beyond.
Mud grows beneath my feet.
Ponds fill, roofs drip,
branches whip,
and dance in winter’s fury.
But look, a fuchsia still bears blossoms,
purple pink,
that brave the winter chill,
to let us know the garden is not gone,
but gently sleeping,
beneath it’s counterpane of winter rain.
Miss Kitty walking in the winter rain.
Nice poem. One of my favorite color is purple pink. 
I too love this poem of yours,and your kitty cat is so cute…
Love the rain,it hides my tears at times.
Lovely poem.
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