Freshly Milked?

At first sip
It wasn’t right.
The smell I smelled
Was just too ripe!
The taste did too
Which wasn’t contrite!
It had the smell and taste too
Of what I smelled
When passing by
A field freshly fertilized.
How could this be?
I couldn’t believe
That a gallon of milk
Would so displease.
The aroma,
The taste,
God what a waste.
A whole gallon of milk
Poured down the drain.

Copyright 2013 Kate Spyder (29Sept2013 11:20 PM PT)

Water Droplets

Let the water droplets fall,
Where they may.
They tell a story,
No matter where,
They lay.
Be they slow,
To softly fall,
Or thunderous,
With loud applause.
The story they tell,
Is never the same.
Each droplet contains,
Miles spent,
Years traveled,
Blessings,
Or,
Curses,
They mix,
One and the same,
When released,
From the heavens,
To sweep us away.

Copyright 2013 Kate Spyder (29Sept2013 10:41 PM PT)