The sun is a figment
dissipated into memory.
Rusty trees are reflected
in the steel water.
Fog floats over the mountain
and blends into the gray sky.
I'm sitting in my son's living room
next to my in laws who are napping.
You might think this weather
makes me vulnerable to depression
but I am listening to soft snores
watching rain drip from the deck furniture.
My feet are inclined on the leather
La Z Boy and my fingers
are tapping away on my iPad
happy to be writing this poem.
8 comments:
lovely you paint a nice picture with this one of family
Snoozing after lunch..lovely family tableau!
There is something about the rain that makes being lazy, noble. Great poem.
Very enjoyable; very well written...
Lovely, simple emotion about the ordinary events with those we love. Also a very effetive use of the three words.
Nicely Linda, you move mountains!
'Rusty trees are reflected in the steel water' - belting line!!!
There is content in this piece..warmth in perhaps an uncomfortable predicament..turning up the grey..Jae :)
Even gray foggy day can be brightened up by tapping away on the iPad :)
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