We have lovely, white, lacy, clouds over a light blue sky,
‘tis gorgeous I tell you and here is why....
I walked down the streets on the way to an errand
the sun beat on my shoulders as a warm heating pad
and I was glad to be alive, smelling the air
seeing the flowered yards from here to there
allowing the calmness of the day to settle in
around me like a safety zone
and the silence of the back yard where
the muse is a play and one day a poem
will live again in the glen...
ah, the life of a poet is grand, it is!
Great poem. Makes the world seem beautiful.
Lovely!