sauna-hot with steam.
The clock keeps up a steady tick
and chimes into my dream.
Grandson doesn't want
a hug; he's much too big,
says he. He sucks his thumb
and hides from 'scary' Veggies on tv.
Schoolbooks are all stashed
away; Saturday's for play.
Raindrops splatter blades of
grass, but look: I see a ray
through the wall of clouds.
Beautiful. Love it! Your words paint pictures for me and I love the picture you posted too!ReplyDelete
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Thank you so much, Colleen!Delete
Beautiful words for a beautiful day!ReplyDelete
Thanks very much, Sue!Delete
I love your poem and your photo and Saturdays in the rain!!!Delete
Thank you so much... this comment means a lot coming from such a genuine and gifted poet as you!Delete