Dancing In The Rain, (an Epigram)

In one way or another

After leaving our mothers

Life delivers us to love and pain

While dancing in the rain

Ivor Steven © September 2022

Carrot

In my palm

A fresh carrot

I have found

Covered in dirt

Out of the ground

A tapered cylinder

I wash and peel

Pure orange and long

Chopped into three

Uncooked I eat

Piece by piece

Every bite a kiss

Crisp and tasty

Nature is bliss

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019