Today there is no jolt from the alarm;
birdsong fills the air instead.
I sit with a book and a curious cat for company,
the sun slants across the veranda
as sleeping plants unfurl.
A story unfolds
page by page,
a tea cup empties
sip by sip,
and I am
free to
be.
photo by: bliss {in images}
lovely. as always!
looovvvvvveeeeeeeee the writing <3
i am so printing this out!
Thanks, Maria. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it!
very nice. be. free.