Magic Morning, #OctPoWriMo

So many things have gotten away from me in the past couple of months. How I could forget OctPoWriMo, I have no idea. But, despite the fact it’s at the half-way mark, we’ll give it a go.

Happy writing!

Magic Morning


Morning brought an indigo sun
dancing, churlish, on a harpooned cloud
I thought to comment to Sophie
but she spun dog circles, weaving
wool singing her song to shrubbed thrashers
who surefootedly scampered like roadrunners
blending with autumn leaves.
Magical day, I murmured, remembering 
ever so slowly yesterday 
equally enchanting in its ordinariness.

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