Ventilator Of The Soul...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

rain early in the morning
unceasing, persisting

the cold season is here
and we are at home

silence has gone away
unable to stand what the

rain is giving such music
to my ears

pattering, in such a cadence
of misspelled loneliness

gone were the times of loud
music and metallic notes

this is the season for
musical contemplation of

yogi notes clinging to the
air, nature's rain, earth's

breathing machine, ventilator
of the soul