Saturday Mourning!

Morning.
Dawn broke.
Clouds so full they fractured.
Rain fells so hard it bounced upwards on the grass.
Window kissed by speckled bird egg dots.

Breeze was tickling tree-tops tenderly.
Now bashed by windy blast.
Whistling through window cracks.
Not a cheery murmur.

The cold set in today.
Peered out of dotted pane.
The flowers of sun are gone.
Maybe murdered by the falling storm.
No snow or ice.
Just crisp in autumn touch.

Notion of hopping out of bed is not a kicking one.
Time to move the chilly frame.
Put the coffee on!
By ladylivvi1

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