Musings

MUSINGS OF A SUNDAY MORN

Mind gently wandering across, around, above
Possibilities, Probabilities, and preposterous propositions
Randomly intertwining,  floating in transition
Mind-gliding on flights of fancy,  interspersed with reality
Carelessly contemplating, ceaseless changes
Drifting amongst grey clouds, falling with the gentle rain
Haplessly, harmlessly, hovering, hoping
Pause shuddering with the chill wind  from nowhere
Bitter, brash, blustering, bewildering
Then caressing the contours of a fresh teacup
Cherishing  it’s soothing warmth, savouring  its flavour
Thankful for it’s merciful reprieve
Once  again, floating on renewed inspiration
Warmth washed, wondering, wishing, watching,  waiting
Ah Yes, Musings of a Sunday morn