POEM/LETTER.

POEM.

Be happy to learn the birth of Sri Ram.

This poem was written as I was watching ominous storm clouds by the riser at our cottage on the river.

Singing is for pleasure.

More flower haiku from my collection.

A flowery haiku.

Cinquain.

During times of depression, there are people who do not know what to do. That also happened after the massive elections in Africa in the nineties. There was a time of euphoria and all of that collapsed like the Tour of Babel.

I saw a picture online and it made me think about the nickname a friend gave me… "Buttercup." Then I went on a big rant. Poem!