Saturday, April 2, 2011

April Poem #2

Playing catch-up! Today's prompt is to write a postcard poem. More about it here.

My love,

Here I sit contentedly as I write this from our balcony. I’m watching the cats nibble the plants and the wrens play tag in the bushes. A gentle breeze is rustling the trees and the sky is a little hazy. The clouds are moving defiantly and too lazy to make way for the balmy afternoon that is surely on its way. My dearest love, I do believe this day could only reach perfection if your presence I could gain in this empty chair beside me.

Arrive home safely, Me

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