My day
Is glorious
With apple pie,
Fluffy, white clouds
A gleam in my eye.
My day
Is restful,
With toast and tea,
Calling, young robin
A book on my knee.
My day
Is pale grey,
With leftover swede,
Heavy, mud footpath,
A mind full of need.
My day
Is wild storms.
No desire to take part
Fierce, swirling tree tops
Torrential, rain in my heart.
