Wednesday Dawns Gray-Grey
Wednesday dawns gray-grey,
and the drizzle coats all my
windows, and green abounds
in all directions as plants are
pleased with mister Fall,
and it makes sitting around
in my night clothes working
on the computer more acceptable,
more desirable.
Now if only a poem would
come and visit, to break the
sound of dripping, and the
heaviness of overcast,
to create a white glitter,
or a red blinker, or a blue
button hanging mysteriously
in naked air, then I could face
a shower, and decide what
to have for breakfast.
Glenn Buttkus September 2010
7 comments:
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AS
Damn, Adrian beat me at minimalist commenting.
Ah yes, the joys of retirement. Nicely expressed. I'm looking forward to my own next adventure beginning on October 29.
Paul
Glenn:
Your poem was lovely, makes me envious to be retired!!! The creativity curve is very appealing....
Lynne
Hello Glenn....Nice poem! I really like this one.
Sherry B
Glenn,
Please keep writing poems and sending them. This is great. I've shared it with my wife and others. They love it.
Paul
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