As day progress to clear evening
Our skies, yielding grief
Love can be the healing balm
I suppose on a sunny day
When i take out the garbage in the night
The bay tree let go of her scent.
Wind at the window pane
What shall i cook for you my dear?
That’s the best i can do now
Wanting to get a good shampoo
To read is to travel through pages
Now however is the time
MOSAIC © gillena cox 2023
For this first MTB prompt of 2023 we’re composing a ‘Found’ poem.
I used the first lines from poems at the following posts