Morning Sun
seeds
impregnate the earth
whispering and loving its children
grown among the wandering souls
each morning in spring
where it is quiet
where we sit in silence
to behold the morning sun
Sudden Rain
A cloud is born
From river’s edge
As rain begins to fly
The sun leaks out
From building gaps
As clouds and clear-sky mix
I seek a bridge
A makeshift roof
To hide and keep me dry
But then I see
A mother mad—
Her boy runs by and kicks
Frank Watson © 2016
