There’s nothing to tell
A perfect sun
Shining, a breeze
As well.
I’d list all my blessings
But won't tempt the fates
Not willing to chance
They take it as bait
And throw down the
Gauntlets, make the
Storm clouds roll in
Then my beautiful day
Will melt on a spin.
So I’ll write about
Nothing, and hope
It will do
To keep fingers
Nimble and my
Fates happy too.
© 2015 Rose Ann Penney
A perfect sun
Shining, a breeze
As well.
I’d list all my blessings
But won't tempt the fates
Not willing to chance
They take it as bait
And throw down the
Gauntlets, make the
Storm clouds roll in
Then my beautiful day
Will melt on a spin.
So I’ll write about
Nothing, and hope
It will do
To keep fingers
Nimble and my
Fates happy too.
© 2015 Rose Ann Penney