Rain, sleet, ice and snow

Will drive me inside

Three days of confinement

'Til chaos subsides

Predict bitter cold

Will follow long storm

Hope lights will stay on

And I can keep warm

And on this first day

With rain falling down

I pick up my pen

To stop worry's frown

I'll busy my mind

Chasing words that rhyme

To paint word pictures

Past visions sublime

Or dream of gardens

With seeds set in dirt

Of little green sprouts

That soon will convert

Into leafy stems

Topped with oval buds

Which then pop open

Release color floods

See bees, butterflies

And other insects

Pollinate flowers

For new seed projects

Watch hummingbirds flit

Within my eyes' mind

Flash green, blue and red

Fast flight paths entwined

Tasting sweet berries

And fresh salad greens

Ink captures mind's thoughts

To share garden scenes

I'll write through this storm

Keep mind occupied

And see what ink sprouts

As memories glide

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