Welcome to Saturday, June 6, 2020.
A Saturday morning in June.
The skies are grey with tips of white on the horizon.
The trees are swaying back and forth as the wind gusts.
Grass is green and gleaming with the moisture from the overnight and continuing morning rain.
A sleepiness fills my brain.
The birds are huddled beneath the leaves on the branches of the nearby trees.
Our neighborhood rabbits are not anywhere to be seen.
The sidewalks and pavement of the streets are wet with rain.
Sounds of only the wind and the rain filling the air.
The quietness does not give my body and brain the desire to move about.
We, my body and brain just want to lie back down on the sofa or bed and sleep.
Alvin on the other hand wants to get up and go.
Where I do not know.
Push myself during this grey morning, I must.
Otherwise clothes will remain in the laundry basket not clean.
Floor will remain unwashed.
This blog would not get posted.
Grateful that our grass is cut and the weeds are pulled.
Outdoor chores all done.
Perhaps it okay to just slow down.
Quiet Saturday?
Dreams of zzz’s on the sofa.
Not this day.
Chores to do.
I will say.
Not to follow a pattern this poem has done.
Just the words as they come.
I hope you enjoy.
This was fun to do.
Have a great day.
Living with kindness and respect.
I/We, remain
As Always, Carol & Alvin
P.S. truly did complete my outdoor chores last night after work. We also met up with Georgie and his Grandma P and had a great walk.
Georgie is the cutest chocolate brown doggie and another of Alvin’s friends.
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