Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

(Only because I need a break from reading papers. Here is another tea break creation. Excuse any short comings, I’m slightly sleep deprived and high on caffeine.)

Chime
Pitter pattered the rain,
the tin roof hummed,
softly danced the fire,
while the lumber crackled along,
she sat rocking the old wooden chair,
while clock chimed hour into the morn,
She glanced – steam had long abandoned the meal
at the table set for two.

She still rocked that chair beneath
creak-creak
crackle-crackle
pitter-patter
– chime.