Summer Rain
thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, deposits a calling card of silver beads on a chute of grass
Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, deposits a calling card of silver beads on a chute of grass
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thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, lights down to deposit a calling card– silver beads on a chute of grass
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