Sunday, 12 February 2017

Nowhere No way This Sunday

Sunday mornings in cold weather
Steal the restful out of rest
Raindrops gripping windows
Leave my Sunday jest oppressed

Breakfast brews bring some respite
May motivate my buried plans
Replacing awkwardness with possible
Contemplating pots and pans

Pensively I leave my chair
Squirrels scoot my garden wall
Not for them the Sunday weather blues
In their world of free for all

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