White-Grey clouds meld,
Across the vast sky.
Raindrops crawl down the window pane,
Seeping into the brick sill.
Pastel pink and green pattern,
Woven into a blanket.
Soothing warmth,
Drawn to the shoulders.
A stack of books and latest release,
Beckon attention.
Steam rises from a cup,
Warm meets cold.
Back turns on it all,
Eyes close.
Please let demands,
Dissolve away.
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Hi Sue,
The visual this poem gave to me was a delight. Thanks for sharing.
I am so glad you enjoyed it, Shirl x