Blame it on the rain
It seeps from sky to pen
And draws from it a slow refrain
Of waning now-to-Then
Blame it on the song
That pools in ponds and lakes
Of leaf and lane, a madrigal
Of notes in circle-shapes
Blame it on the tune
Blue drip and drop can form
A love and longing Brigadoon
That takes a heart by storm
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!