I started my morning curled up on the couch
Reading a book about love.
Laying it down a quarter to twelve,
Told myself I could write just as well.

Walked outdoors to see the blooms
On the flowers after the rain.
Pulled some weeds, swept the floor.
Fed the dogs, let the cat out the door.
I washed some berries and froze them, too.
Don’t know why I’m feeling blue.

Must be something to do with life
And missing those I love.
Though blessed beyond my dreams,
The Blues come calling for no special reason
And nothing can chase them away.

C.J.M.