Winter Evening

Outside the winter winds blow,
the sun sinks down
to the earth below.
I imagine myself
out in the cold dark night
throwing snowballs
with all my might*.

*Anybody have a better word for this???

Summer Storms

I watch the rain fall
coming down and hitting the ground.
Some drops look as big as a ball,
yet some look much more small.

Summer Storms is pathetic, I know.
but sometimes I just
let my ideas flow.
as for poems,
I'm writing one now,
and to think
that I wasn't trying,
but I still take a bow.

LOL I'm not good at writing poems but I still like to. The daddy's poem, though, I did not write. But I wish I had. I guess I'm not good at that though, as I don't know what it feels like to lose somebody you love. I should write a poem about my dog. but even if I would, it wouldn't be a good one, or at least no better than these poems. I have to admit something that most poets don't have to, much less want to: I'm terrible at writing poems.