Probably a big part of my problem yesterday. There’s only so much gloom a girl can take.
So, in celebration, a little free verse:
What first catches my eye,
chiffon-yellow primrose
opened like a lover to the warm
breathless kiss of the sun.
Then, a finch trilling
a welcome to the day,
the sound of sunlight,
liquid gold pouring from his throat.
The trees are greener, gayer
branches swaying softly
brushing up against the blue
teasing the sun as it dances out of reach.
Well done.
thank you — it was such a lovely morning