Sunday comes.
The best day of rest,
not a care,
worked all week,
checking my eyelids for leaks.
How I love Sundays.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES – Day 28 Prompt – Shadorma
Category: Shadorma
THE BLUSH OF SPRING
Her cheeks flush;
the crimson spreading
to her heart
and her lips.
A young man’s fancy turns with
the blush of her cheek.
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 