I am a writer of poetry and fiction. I especially love flash fiction. My name is Ruby, and I live in Southern Illinois. I am a retired R.N.
Spring Is In The Air
The tears I left behind
Are they still moist? Or perhaps they dried in the misty chambers of emotions, yet to be defined
The rain depicting steamy shadows on my window pane inside
The day is dark and drab, alerting my muse to seasonal depression and the terror of watching my two worlds collide
Ah spring is just over the horizon, and I can feel it in the air
Buds emerging, birds singing, Bunnies hopping happily as they wander from their lair
My beautiful magnolia tree in full bloom, white blossoms soaking up the misty rain
They seem to be singing that old plea refrain
Rain, rain go away
Come back another day
I must admit my thought's are in tune with my sorrowful magnolia tree
Warm sunshine filling up my senses, feeling completely carefree
My psyche reminds me I've weathered many storms in the distant past
My muse ( Shane ) whispers " Don't forget They never, never last. "