Past the old
And lays claim to
All that is
And is yet to be.
I used the Quinzaine format, to make a longer poem of 8 stanzas.
My husband killed a spider last night...and we all know what that means for the weather.
And of course the dog got alerted to something...probably the rain.
She usually does that when my husband isn't home. I love that.
Don't get me wrong; I'm happy that she lets me know about dangers
and such, but she usually goes and hides, barking from a distance.
And then when all quiets down and you're all cozy and comfy, don't
you just hate when you have to uncozify and uncomfyize to wake up
and go to bed???
The dog growls low and then barks. Did she hear something? Is she scared? Such a cold and rainy eve. What would comfort you? What would warm? Grab a good book from the stack. Do you consume books? Do they you? Flames from the logs rise and flicker. Are they comforting? Do they dance? Embers are mesmerizing. Might they hypnotize? Do they glow? Warmth emanates from the hearth. Does it caress you? Does it seep? The cold and rain seem distant. Are you comforted? Are you warm? Drowsiness soon overcomes. Will you crawl to bed? Will you stay?
267 words today
|Across the road|
|I see trees and sky over there!|
|Looks like we could fly right through there!|