Morning has come,
like the milkman used to,
picking up empty stars, leaving
a blue basket of Grade A clouds.
I have a haircut at nine,
grass to cut after that, then
the rest of the day is mine
to drink it in at my leisure.
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You turn an ordinary day into a wonderful possibility with your words Pat!
ohhh "picking up empty stars"
fabulous Pat! Thank you!
what the other me (janice) commented is true!
i need a hairdo.
but this is a true gem of a poem :)
Hope you enjoyed your drink of life. Just catching up. Been away from the blogs for a few days.
Some nice summer thoughts. Very good.
nice day -- I haven't thought about milk men in years. What happened to them?
Ya, get the work done first. Then play...
beautiful pat
i love days like this
So did you get to do what you wanted?
andrew, we stll have milk men coming over in the mornings in India.
sounds like a good day. :)
you have a knack for making me look at the ordinary with different eyes. picking up empty stars, grass haircuts made me smile and drink to this day, as i expect i will do from now on, because of your poetry. :)
This is a little gem Pat!
toasting the day to you!
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