Poetry

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Day

Week

As time goes by fast and slow I feel a pull of not wanting to do

Much more as the temperature drops and the wind picks up again.

The morning is quite chilly and that I can feel it nipping at my face

I walk through the cold in my light winter coat as I hope to go back inside

but waiting for the dog to be done takes longer each time.

I try to hurry him along for I rather be inside.

Burying myself away in a good book for I so much to read and not enough time to get it all done.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.