I looked out the window,
On this week-day morn.
A dark, gray fog,
Blanketed the corn.
The air was heavy,
So, were my thoughts.
The atmosphere, dismal,
In the murk, I felt caught.
Grabbed some coffee,
And, began to think.
Pondering the moment,
From my cup, I did drink.
As I relaxed in my chair,
I felt my mood lift.
The sky then brightened,
I thought, what a gift.
To be able to sit here,
Have for me, this time.
Just sit and be quiet.
Clear the fog from my mind.
As I looked at the clock,
Thought again, of the fog,
Better move my rear end,
Or, I’ll be late for my job.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: August 29th, 2017 07:56
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 75
Comments6
A pot of tea for you? Probably very English (UK England)! A fine write WBL.
Coffee my pal orchidee! Some call it Java, too. Thanks!
Glad your rear end found the motivation to face the day ... or would that be mooning? Anyway, thanks for the light poem to start the day, WBL!
Louis: you should do stand up! Ha Ha. Thanks 🙂
Great poem, WBL! I can relate, lots of fog in my past. But now? Haven't seen fog for 30 years! Bright blue skies or tropical rain, with nothing in-between!
You paid your dues I am sure Fred! Thanks!
If the fog could get your job done, then you do not need to move your "rear end". Haha.
Another writing that light my day.
Thanks M & M!
Coffee is always good to clear the fog. The other day I got a notification from Poshmark and it read: I love coffee because it never asks questions. Nice to read you.
Love that Malu! Thanks for the comment!
I hope that you weren't late for work, coffee needs to be savoured so the time can just fly by.
I no longer have that problem as being retired I can savour my coffee all day.
I do love my cup of coffee in the morning. First thing I do when I get up is go to the bean grinder and get a pot working! I was not late and did sneek another cup at my desk! Thanks Goldfinch 🙂
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