Tough day done
not a bit too soon.
Flies down the
freeway, shouts to a tune
with the window wide.
Hair out wild, let the
wheels run home.
And there, slapped
round and high on
a chamomile sky lies the
lilac moon like a poem.
She sings a Spring wind
and sighs out loud
as the day
dies.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
Tough day done
not a bit too soon.
Flies down the
freeway, shouts to a tune
with the window wide.
Hair out wild, let the
wheels run home.
And there, slapped
round and high on
a chamomile sky lies the
lilac moon like a poem.
She sings a Spring wind
and sighs out loud
as the day
dies.
A long working week is surrendered to everything beautiful about Friday, Spring and the moon.
