Month: May 2020

Friday was sulking,
The weather off beat and cold,
With a little rain.

Friday wanted more,
Lots more blue sky and sunshine,
But is never came.

The end of the month,
A whole month of lock down fun,
And working from home.

Has it helped me work,
Yes for work, no for writing.
It’s hard to find time.

The tapping taps on,
A tired rhythm that annoys,
And then fades away.

The book lay open,
The top pages move slightly,
With the morning breeze.