Well, I like how it is now.... I know some of you didn't, but I write things for myself not for other people.
Today is one of those days
When snow and rain mix,
So that there is neither.
When you curl up with a fluffy blanket
In your over stuffed chair,
A cup of steamy tea at your side
And a plate with cinnamon toast.
When you stare at the fire,
Soaking up the warmth.
You write a pointless poem about yourself,
Doing nothing on a sunless day.
Today is one of those days.
