Tender are the days

The raindrops

are writing their names

across the attic window.

It's been pouring down all day.

I'm run down.

In need of a holiday.

Guess working all year with only

statutory holidays

has that effect on most people.

Can't believe it's been a year since Italy.

I'm still pining for that country.

Perhaps it's the fact that

the rain

is leaving its stain on my heart,

making it long for sunshine.

The sky is cool,

the colour of slate.

Weekend almost gone.

The scent of apples still,

on the air and in my nose.

Tender,

are

the

days.




Reading
The Crying Tree
by Naseem Rakha

Drinking
Coffee

Mood
Tired


Photo of the day
via my friend, Luke.