Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A Day



Sunday gold is a day of white light,
Monday all told, spoons silver at night.
Tuesday my wife, strove off to war,
Wednesday in spite, pours light to my soul.
Thursday my queen, loves me big and wide,
Friday's mystery, brings that love deep inside.
Saturday sends ashes, as time becomes dear . . .
Seven days to write poetry, as the Muses draw near.


with M__M__, 12/18/10

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