After so much grey
sunshine warms us.
Floppy sheets now
feel cool and crisp.
The cat lays feet up
rolling in the rays.
Sitting on the couch
feeling all my years.
Time passes quietly
in a Boketto trance.
Napping on Sunday
with eyes wide open.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
After so much grey
sunshine warms us.
Floppy sheets now
feel cool and crisp.
The cat lays feet up
rolling in the rays.
Sitting on the couch
feeling all my years.
Time passes quietly
in a Boketto trance.
Napping on Sunday
with eyes wide open.