Monday, October 28, 2013



Puttering, knitting, cleaning the bathroom, 
sweeping the kitchen floor.  
Snow flurries, fingerless gloves, 
a fire and toasty labrador.  

A new cardigan that fits just right, 
a necklace with a cause.
The second coffee of the day,
a little time to pause. 

Picadillo on the stove, 
shoes nowhere to be found.
Tears shed for sweet old Jack 
and the world goes round and round.