Inside on a Rainy Day


Is there anything more wonderful than a rainy Sunday morning? Plip plopping drops sluicing down the roof,

Streaking across the window panes in a hurry to puddle up with their brothers and sisters on the driveway.

Dreamers lulled back to sleep by age old rhythms, the roll of thunder, the silence in between, waking to the smell of

Coffee an hour gone by in a blink. Cats snuggled under the covers. One detests the storm; the other relishes

Being present for this unexpected treat of extra time spent pleasantly cuddled on a perfect rainy Sunday. 

Ode to Bed

Oh my bed, you dearest place

You cradle me with skill and grace.

How sad I am to leave your charms

When my clock sounds strident alarms.

Please let me be with you all day

For sound asleep I’ll gladly stay.

Safely within your covers wrapped

I have the perfect day all mapped.

Sleep ’til noon, and then I’ll wake

To eat a bite for my health’s sake.

Then back to you for afternoon’s rest

Snuggled deep in blanket’s nest.

Awaken to read a chapter or four

When my eyes droop I’ll sleep some more.

By evening I’ll be fresh as a daisy

Having spent my day being oh so lazy.

Oh bed how sad that we must now part

Just know you’ve a special place in my heart.

  

Peace, People.