November Morning
I put the apricot jam on my toast
thunder roars were they bowling in the mountains
could it signal rain in the high mountain desert
a phenomenon almost forgotten
a phenomenon almost forgotten
so many days of sunshine leaves no room for the cloudy greys
a change in the weather is sometimes all that is needed to spark
the new you that is waiting open the door winter is on the way
alone in the dark the cold air bites my skin
where is summer for goodness sake memories swirl
time passes quickly yesterday so strong in my mind
tomorrow like the tiny puppy at the tit nudges for its place
i look back satisfied i lived this year as best i could
but now so much i would like to burn from memory
slash the records tear them from their bindings
little pieces like snow flutter down around me
no longer sure what is written there perhaps it doesn’t matter
I cease to be jaded by yesterday
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Blanklet
warm & cozy
pull it up under the chin safe
wrapped & ready the
weather changes
cold creeps up the back cover your toes
big enough for two reminds me of mom
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3 comments:
Glorious.....I still love best "the new you that is waiting....open the door" and the little puppy nosing the tit.........I need a puppy.
all moms are warm and cozy so full of love...and it's good not to be jaded by yesterday...nice lines :)
you know...we can not change the past...but we can change how we live from here...and not let the past have its way with us...take s abit to get to that point, but....
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