From The Sky To The Ground Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The precipitation, has been arriving,
From the sky, the last forty-eight hours,
The darkness of the cold nights,
Slowly changes, to a grayish white day,
With no image of the sun in sight.
As I look out my window, in a stare,
The dormant, yellowish brown zoysia grass,
Is the brightest color around,
As the water flows down the banks,
Of the old Glenridge, coal mine pond,
Heading towards the now flowing creek,
Over the saturated ground.