The cups are on their saucers
the dog sleeps at one end of the rug
the house minds its manners,
steadies for the winter we'll fill
with soup and thrillers.
A blog where I talk about the reading, writing, post the Tuesday Poem and, sometimes, show some knitting.
Showing posts with label April poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April poem. Show all posts
Saturday, April 04, 2015
April Poem 3
from: 'Autumn'
The cups are on their saucers
the dog sleeps at one end of the rug
the house minds its manners,
steadies for the winter we'll fill
with soup and thrillers.
The cups are on their saucers
the dog sleeps at one end of the rug
the house minds its manners,
steadies for the winter we'll fill
with soup and thrillers.
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