Missed a day of small stone writing (Saturday), but rather than trying to make it up, I'm calling it a lost small stone. Some day I'll find it, I'm sure.
For today:
Flat, gray, somber,
winter Mondays stretch
out, hour after hour, Eeyore plodding
through Hundred Acre Wood.
Where's the sunshine bouncing
off my walls, energy
to spare? Where is Tigger
to see me through to spring?
#small stone
Monday, January 20, 2014
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I love this and the reference to Winnie the Pooh. I'm sure you will find your stone.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Talya. I am certainly looking forward to spring!
DeleteSome days are Eeyore and some are Tigger!
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