Coffee is calling. As I
make a fresh pot,
I see wild rabbits
gobbling up grass
below trees with leaves
turning yellow for fall.
The wind shakes the flowers
still blooming for summer.
Tomorrow they’ll wither and die.
If the day is a car, I can’t
find the gears to shift my mind
forward to housework.
published in Medusa's Kitchen:
I’m amazed at how quickly the leaves are changing here!❤️Melissa