Soft summer skies, fading to grey,
heralding the end of another spring day.
Words flow from my pen onto pages white,
competing with the coming of sweet twilight.
On pillows like clouds I lay my head,
’tis time to sleep, tis time for bed.
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May 21, 2012 at 7:14 pm
Thanks guys.
May 21, 2012 at 8:11 pm
These are so pleasant to read, Kate.
May 21, 2012 at 8:14 pm
Thanks again, I hope so.
May 21, 2012 at 8:31 pm
Thanks for all the “likes”, guys, you’re very kind.
May 22, 2012 at 1:38 pm
Love this! I normally do my writing at night too, and it can be so hard to stop and say, “time for bed!” I relate to this poem.
May 22, 2012 at 2:57 pm
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it.