Sunday's Poem

Snuggled warm between my sheets
Bright green ear plugs rest in my ears
Across my eyes a red satin mask lies
No, please don't let that be my alarm I hear
bellowing music I do not recognize
A jab into my back;
My husband--alerts me it's time to rise
Eyes still hidden behind a mask
Right hand slowly emerges from beneath the comforter
Quiet once again
But only for a moment
Pings of rain on our metal roof
I lift off my mask
Where is the sunshine that greets me each morning?
Sorry Donna, not today.

I hope you are enjoying National Poetry Month. 
Where ever this Sunday takes you
In the rain, snow, or hopefully sun, make it a great day!

April Poem

To celebrate National Poem Month I am blogging a new poem a day for this month.

The sun is bright
and the birds begin to sing
tulip heads begin to peek their head out
of the dark, cold soil they have hidden in
grass is greener and
all thanks to April showers.


Where ever your day leads you, enjoy!