And it’s raining out of nowhere
Like the sky has changed moods
And the mist in the paddocks
Is blocking the view
of the cold blue hills in the distance
The iron on the roof
is prickling in response
But I’m not really listening though my nerves twitch along
with the musical notes that pour from the down pipe
I’m drinking coffee
and thinking of things past
The way you do on days that time has stretched taut
then released
Flaccid as an empty sigh
And twice as useless
Thoughts go by and I wish I could choose them
just a little more wisely
A wonderfully reflective piece of writing!!
Hope you and yours are keeping well?
Thanks Colin 😊
You are very welcome! 🙂