Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Yesterday was an interesting day. It consisted of reading The Paris Wife on the sofa, dozing on and off with my cat. The napping, the sychronized breathing of me and Mocha, my cat, completely relaxed me. Later, sitting in the window watching the world outside right before a storm, drinking lemongrass and spearmint tea I was inspired to write a poem.

There is always an intense calm
Before a storm
A time, a pivotal moment
When the storm could pass
Leaving a world of peace and tranquility,
Or it could come with strong wind,
Flashes of lightning, booming thunder,
And stinging hail
To hit you head on