The first of 9 days,
Away from work and very free,
From tiresome burdens.
The weather is wet,
A light rain and the ground’s wet,
And it does feel cold.
I picked up the files,
The papers and stuff that’s there,
Laying around me.
Can see the work top,
Dark wood and camera too,
An old AE-1.
An i-Pad lays there,
A screen and a blue notebook,
And a fountain pen.
Tag: days
Wednesday 20/02/19 Means End
Enough nagging doubts,
Escape now, deliverance!
Easy nearly days.
Early no deals?
Endure new development.
Enjoy new delays.
Thursday 27/12/18
I went for a walk,
Took photos of the sunset,
Through the misty trees.
Listen to Chopin,
Nocturnes op. 9 number 2
Keeps me note hanging.
The time slips away,
Quickly hours turn into days,
I mark the moments.
Marking the moments,
With the things that I do and say,
the challenge – a book!
