Some days are light,
other days are dark,
a few days are grey,
rare days are yellow.
Often we are wading through,
hoping for a better tomorrow,
dreaming about another past,
living each day, day by day.
Category: Sunday Thoughts
Nothing
I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.
Sunday afternoon
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.
C & K 