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K Mark Schofer

I felt a Certain Beauty in the Rain

As I was joined by a distant crow

Sitting Treetop – anticipating – the end

Late autumn the spectacular show.

A gentle wind drops repeated ,

pitter patter a distant roar

Heart beating – repeating – caught

My spirit it did implore-

Listening Squirrel ear twitches

Fat cheeked hiding in a hole

Autumnal Winter stirring

Tomato hang on – the summer lull.

Wind gets frantic, days shorter

Believing winter’s near

In loudness between silence

solitary, escaping shear –

Beauty that we befall ,

Summer final refrain

banal everyday sunshine

Its Finished knowing – it will rain-

Cadence provided by Emily Dickinson

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.