It’s around 7 a.m, and I’m at it again, writing out another rhyme, I’m in no hurry, I figure why rush? It’s better when I take my time
We’ve had a couple blackouts here lately, and frankly it’s grating my nerves, especially when I am in the middle of something, that really brings out the grr’s
I could let it drive me TOTALLY mad, but I’m hoping instead just that they end when the weather gets better, because that surely would make my heart glad
By: J.N.R Dutton
Crimson & brown leaves
blown round by the raging
biting wind
As the warm months for a while
come to an end
By: J.N.R Dutton
Listening to a Summer downpour
Falling outside the front door
Hearing thunder rolling,
rumbling, raging,
sounds like chariots of war
By: J.N.R Dutton
It was blistering blazing hot today,
excruciating, amazing but in a bad way
I sweat so much it felt like a melt down
Reminded me of Texas desert border towns
By: J.N.R Dutton
There’s nothing to me,
quite like the irony
of a Sun Valley snow fall
That 6 ft blanket of white
from a brutal winter squall
By:J.N.R Dutton
Hitting the road on a Greyhound,
together they were Idaho bound
He remembers there being snow all around
It was a picturesque sight, especially @ night
When the snow glistened in the bright moonlight
By:J.N.R Dutton
Autumn will be coming soon
No more bright warm afternoons,
until the spring thaw comes
and everything begins anew
By: J.N.R Dutton
Scorching ninety degree heat in Juárez, Mexico
Makes him really miss Colorado snow
He’s living there in a cheap motel
thinking it feels like the mouth of hell
By: J.N.R Dutton
I’ve always found
Lightning fascinating,
it can be a beautiful thing
but simultaneously
It’s unpredictability
I find totally terrifying
By:J.N.R Dutton
He loves the whistle on the plains
when feral winds blow
The feel of sand on a beach between his toes
Loves the postcard beauty
of mountain winter snows
or when spring comes around
and lush hill grass grows
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 