After all that rain
all this …
I wake to see art.
Sitting here
with the clocks back an hour
I’m in bed with a coffee.
That bright ball of wool
is being tugged along
by cosmic cats
leaving its fluffy warmth
to permeate the sodden
storm-filled cloak.
Mist curls to chase
the mewing
only to lose substance and fade.
Art remains
to seize the day
and obliterate the night.
Very restful and discriptive 💜
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