As Winter Slips Away

It's another Sunday morning
Coffee's drunk and breakfast's down
The kitchen hearth's a bed of coals
And the cat is warm and round

There's dishes in the washer
And the day is gettin' on
It's not exactly coatless
But it seems the wind is gone

So we'll take a walk together
Down the dirt road through the woods
And by the time we get back home again
We'll both be feelin' good

The sun on Sunday mornin'
Is a blessing that we take
To taste Spring air and know we're there
In this heaven that we make

The humming birds are coming
For the days are warmin' up
The coffee pot's not empty yet
I'll just pour another cup

Reviews

[zer0]

A decent poem.

The rhythm seems fine; its not perfectly metered but it still flows well enough.

Good use of rhyme. It gives this piece a nice symmetry and unity.

You incorporate some lovely warm imagery and the tone is consistent throughout.

Good work.