Overcast and cold
Clouds hang heavy
The drumming of light rain
Against the fogged up window
Calls for coffee and cake
A warm blanket and a good book
Alone
Lost in the sound of the earth
Washing herself
I sit and sip
…thinking about roofs
©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
This poem is linked to Open Link Night over at d’versepoets.com
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