Avoid that which needs doing,
Evade the pressing thoughts.
Steal your own time for yourself
And use it how you will.
Unexpectedly, she was happy
Living underwater,
Ghostly patterns and reflections on the walls
She swam,
In her own cool ocean
In her own time.
'Once I had a sprig of thyme,
It grew both night and day
'Till one young man came a-courting to me
And he stole all my thyme away.'
YOU ARE READING
4pm Winter Sun
PoetryUnexpected, strange and secret, but the sun streamed through the trees and the driveway sparkled in the frost, and she didn't care about anything else, she was happy for a little while with him.
