The Snowflake Chronicles

May 2, 2013 Poems

Sometimes I can't think

Sometimes
the day is so beautiful,
the bird song so sweet,
that I can't think of anything
except spring.

Sometimes
the morning temperatures
are so moderate
that I can't think of anything
expect walking barefoot
in the green grass of spring.

My Cell Phone: A Poem

I left my cell phone in the car
when I returned home last night,
wearily I prepared for bed,
looking forward to a few hours rest
until I started looking for my cell phone.

I couldn't find it anywhere,
it wasn't in my purse
or on the nightstand,
but then I remember
I placed it on the front passenger seat.

I sighed,
I found the flashlight,
and then I retrieved my phone;
perhaps I should use an alarm clock
instead of my cell phone alarm.

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