my day

rising into the summer of your nearness you are a vision bearing tea a balm to my tired eyes and dry throat then leaving for the daily grind a wrench of separation tearing me from your side and later at the edge of the day you feed me bacon and know my heart

morning moon

the morning moon hangs low over the treetops like a ripe fruit watching over the hills calm and serene across the valley the sun stretches and yawns sends sunbeams bouncing off clouds grabbing attention dazzling eyes the morning moon rests wide smiling face relaxed soft and gently glowing patiently biding time til darkness falls again

Waste of a Day

A doomy gloomy kind of day An “I can’t be bothered” morning Followed by a “what’s the point” afternoon A day where children are more work than pleasure Weather is more rain than shine Time is wasted and squandered And nothing is achieved A day that makes you wonder why you got out of bed…… Continue reading Waste of a Day