My mind is a vast, featureless plain. Time for bed. Hope everyone has a good day tomorrow (or if it's already the 18th where you are, hope today is going well.)
Big raindrops knocking on the window
Cats paw under the door requesting admittance
Poetry in bed
Magazines and books everywhere
Journal and so many pens
The sweet solitude of days end
My happy place
The sun sets
and stars arise
and I hear the willows’ whisper
The waves chime in
with the winds’ violin
that turns branches into strings
The sky’s embers
turn to ash
of winter’s chilly pall
A painted scene, calm, serene,
a picture to enthrall