Today

Sky is overcast and glum.

Leaves are strewn randomly

As if on purpose by the wind.

All is slate and somber,

Determined to be forgotten

By some Divine hand.

I sit in silence, pondering

Whether to take on the day

Or crawl under the covers.

Things that must be done

Take on a lessened sense

Of urgency and concern.

The world moves forward

And so must I, unwillingly.

 

@ 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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