Peggy Hale Bilbro

Acid Rain

I send my poem to the cloud knowing that somewhere an anonymous computer converts it to lines of ones and zeros absorbed into invisible esoterica no longer mine a bit of cirrus patterned against a salmon sky the painfully breathtaking beauty of an endless sunset a raindrop suspended just before it falls from a lingering cloud into the words that become a poem 

the bullfrog
finds his voice 
summer rain

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About the Author

Peggy Bilbro lives in Alabama with her husband. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust-bunnies to star-dust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.