Good morning sky, amethyst and blue, good morning.
I stumbled out of bed with another chance to succeed where I have failed.
Winter left, you see, but has returned.
Returned. The birds were joyous for a day,
or two.
But they will return.
With coffee in my grandma's cup
and a sky of purple behind the white-doomed silo,
the writer in me has returned.
Why not a good day?
A quiet day.
A writer's day.
Lord, give me a writer's day.
Amen.
14 comments:
Oh Yvonne, I love this. Your grandma's cup and a writer's day. Amen indeed.
Having just read Nevets's truly gruesome story, I'm glad I found your happy, optimistic poem, Yvonne!
Good luck with the writing!
Liza,
Thank you so much!!
Frances,
Hello! Thank you. Yes I read Nevet's little grueome story this morning too. Glad you followed me back here.
Lovely, Yvonne :)
Wendy,
Thank you.
Amen! I liked this....I liked this very much! Hope you are doing well otherwise, Miss Yvonne!
I do also look forward to days like this. Wonderful words…
Every day
is day one
...even for writers
the ink fresh
the page blank
and our souls yet
undiscovered
Rebecca,
How nice to hear from you! Thank you. I'm okay.
Tony,
Thanks. It was a lovely day of nothing but lingering over words. And now the snow arrives.
Annie,
Thanks. How nice... every day is day one.
And Frances....thanks for becoming my 125th follower! I haven't had anyone new come on board for a while so I was very pleasantly surprised to see I reached that nice round number. Thank you.
My pleasure, Yvonne. Good to meet you (and thanks to Nevets, gruesome story notwithstanding!)
Moving. Serene. Thank you.
Hi Gary,
Thank you very much.
Gary,
And thank you for being my 126th follower! Love your profile pic, by the way.
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