Monday morning washing
the dark colours of the week,
take a peek into the neighbour's
garden, where the pool is still
hidden below tarpaulin muck
the brand newly born mosquitoes
fuzzing around in a cluster.
the cherry tree laden with leaves
and buds of fruit. Clear skies, blue.
The hedge needs trimming.
The daisies covering again
last week's mown grass.
Clean window sparkles bright
light. Spirits lifting in revolution
of stars, sun and spring.
Clothes dry in the warm breeze.
Peaceful silence of birds twitters.
Everyone back at theirs desks.
Tuesday morning will bring
new occupation, But I'll be
whiling the week away with words.