Monday, February 28, 2011

I may not have time to create hand held art right at the moment but I can create with the words rumble-bumbling around my head. Here goes:

by Nomajean Brevik

A dark, dark day,
so dismal and gray,
the rain pitter pat at my door.

The light at my desk,
makes me notice the mess,
I left unattended before.

I long for the sun,
the beach and the fun,
a life unfettered by work.

I hope that it won't be long,
before the birds sing their song,
and the sun comes out of the murk.

1 comment:

Gabriela said...

and now you are also apoet!Wonderful!