Today’s NaPoWriMo’s poetry prompt asked me to look outside my window, make note of all the nouns I saw and create a poem. 🙂
I’m calling this: “Rare Sunny Sunday”
in my neck of the woods.
The sky is blue and the sun
is making one of it’s rare appearances.
The church bell tolls
and the men and women file past my window
heading to the morning service.
Their cars take up all the spaces
forcing us to park across the street…
no complaining today though,
just a mild sigh.
It’s a rare
(Copyright 2014 chattinatti)