Thursday, July 12, 2007

Day Moustache

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.

15 comments:

Janice Thomson said...

You turn an ordinary day into a wonderful possibility with your words Pat!

Katie McKenna said...

ohhh "picking up empty stars"

fabulous Pat! Thank you!

jel said...

what the other me (janice) commented is true!

polona said...

i need a hairdo.
but this is a true gem of a poem :)

Don Iannone said...

Hope you enjoyed your drink of life. Just catching up. Been away from the blogs for a few days.

Masago said...

Some nice summer thoughts. Very good.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

nice day -- I haven't thought about milk men in years. What happened to them?

Carol said...

Ya, get the work done first. Then play...

floots said...

beautiful pat
i love days like this

gautami tripathy said...

So did you get to do what you wanted?

gautami tripathy said...

andrew, we stll have milk men coming over in the mornings in India.

dsnake1 said...

sounds like a good day. :)

Rax said...

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. :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

This is a little gem Pat!

tongue in cheek said...

toasting the day to you!