Mid-Day Poetry

Mid-Day PoetryStomach murmurs jab at the concentrated mind,
The work project is set aside,
Giving way to meal choices,
And food preparations.

Reading through a magazine over a warm plate,
Bright sunlight washes over the table,
Outside, a bone-chilling blue-sky day,
The cat sleeps at his spot on the window sill.

Peaceful silence, only a distant car hum,
Thoughts run wondersome over the kitchen sink,
To the frozen yard outside,
And lost in the cloudless heavens above.

 

January 26, 2022

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