Morning

Five more minutes,
chapter 10,
lost without my syllabus.
Pushing forward, reading back,
four weeks until
Shakespeare class.
I'm looking in nooks,
cubbies and dog-eared books for poems.
Brush, brush, brush-
the hair looks good painted
brown sugar.
My Secret,violets and sweet peas;
a dab of Eternitybetween the breasts.
I roll down the band,
sliding into his khaki shorts.
Five more minutes
before racing towards
the next big thing.

Honestly

I am a very bad blogger. This has been an interesting year for me to say the least. I have taken a leave from catering since Christmas after having a knee injury in January. Thankfully, I am on the mend and in good spirits.

Hubby and I are eternally renovating the house and I still have a few overdue library books. Not much has changed except that I'm a little older. I almost forgot to mention that I have returned to school to finish my creative writing degree. I'm enrolled in two poetry classes right now and will begin a survey of Shakespeare in two weeks followed by five classes in the fall. Busy life, busy me.