Today I’ve arranged to breakfast with the sky
we haven’t been talking much lately and
so need some alone time together
in her lovely blue halls cushioned with fluffy cumuli
although blue is probably not her best colour
at breakfast, she’s more into yellow and rose.
Trouble is, she gets up so early and those of us who
don’t need to rise for work tend to sleep in …
I wonder if that’s why she’s been so distant to me?
“I write poetry because I have to, they come to me. I blog because it gets lonely sometimes.” – the writer