Poem: Rainy Afternoon

Been carrying this one around for a few days now – wrote it on Friday, but of course I forgot about it! Hope everyone had a great day today!

Rainy Afternoon

Friday rain and pancakes

squeaky boots and grey sky

one writer’s voice

a door creaks

slowly opens and deep breath

nothing there but a cup of tea,

a much-read book and rumpled covers

the stories we tell

when the day is long

and the leaves are wet

and the road is slippery

when a curtain is ruffled

and the air smells of dirt, and worms and spring time –

are the adventures we dream of

when the day slumbers on

a rainy afternoon

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