It’s raining

I never longed so much to cut the grass
When it was fine and dry
Rake out the moss
Trim the edges
Spike the ground
And fertilize.
All these jobs I yearn to do
Trapped and lonely
Windows shut against the cold
I sit inside
Finding excuses not to write
Not to this
And not to that.
Just watch the steady downpour
Cold and grey.

About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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