Sunday Poem – Grey Sunday

Probably at least til noon, fall is coming. Wind tosses the brown leaves already on the ground.
Love this poem by Joyce.

Grey Sunday afternoon.
Rain is fallen glistering gloom.
Inside it’s warm and cozy.
Time for writing and relaxing.
Watch a movie and some texting.
Even when this day is grey.
Smile and have lovely Sunday.

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