As I've mentioned in the past, there are days when I feel like writing, but I don't know what it will be about. Today is one of those days. Rather than try to be left-brained, I think I'll write a poem. This has never been my forte, but heck, something new at sixty-two.
Today
I'm thankful
For a little dog to walk
As the sun comes up over the
Big lake.
Otherwise, it's silent.
The light is slanted low.
I'm trying to make big decisions but I'm only a
Newborn.
Doggie understands me.
His tail is wagging.
There are apples in the fridge.
Maybe I'll make
Applesauce
Today.
