it waits for me

A Poem a Day in September: #15

my day
lies just outside the window
where the plum tree has changed
from white
into green
since last I looked
just yesterday

the parrot calls
a squeaky voice
painted red and blue
to tell me
I am required

but I’m still drinking coffee
I brewed it up myself
and I’m not going to do my day-job
till it’s gone

the morning’s stark
beneath a grim grey sky
and it’ll just have to wait
before I join it

where it lies waiting
my kitchen window

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #16: lazy moon

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