Okay, this poem was meant for Saturday – and then I fell behind on Sunday and….this poem-a-day thing is challenging. But just pretend it’s Saturday and that I’m on track.


During a rainy, Saturday night
the uncomfortably cold wind shocks the Spring flowers outside.
But I am at home in my apartment
listening to music and blogging.
My cat slumbers peacefully nearby.
We’re both content.


4 thoughts on ““Content”

  1. Laura B: Definitely – I feel safe, really, as soon as I turn into my apartment’s lot. I know I’ll be home soon.

    Manuel: Aren’t those moments the best?

    Eros: Very true.

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