Aug 2012
Thursday morning
The autumnal breeze approaches the trees
A saddening chill comes over the house, right into the bone.
Look there, listen here, where to go, what to do?
Domestic clutter draws me from pillar to post at home.
Dreams of perfection, striving for more –
Don’t worry. It’s good enough.
Caught by the delight of the garden birds
Coloured by flowers, and the glimmer of the sun.
Relax, take a break. Walk, don’t run.
The autumnal breeze approaches the trees
A saddening chill comes over the house, right into the bone.
Look there, listen here, where to go, what to do?
Domestic clutter draws me from pillar to post at home.
Dreams of perfection, striving for more –
Don’t worry. It’s good enough.
Caught by the delight of the garden birds
Coloured by flowers, and the glimmer of the sun.
Relax, take a break. Walk, don’t run.
This isn't the first poem I've written, but it is after joining this website. I followed the instructions from the Exercise, noticing what was around me. Comments would be appreciated! I will post some more that I've written.
