Jul 24, 2017

Monday

It all looks fuzzy
In the whiteboard
Opposite my desk

The flowers blooming
Wind is blowing
Opposite my desk

I'm wanting outside
Out my window
Opposite my desk

1 comment:

Magyar said...

Writing,
beyond the glass
to the nearest future.
Fingers that obey my mind's thoughts;
new scrawl.

___ My humble instant Cinquain to parallel your need... outside to Nature, a grand place to be. _m