that's mrs. mediocrity to you

shadows dance around corners
to sing their own version of blues

morning frost leaves patterns on windows
unique as the day that will melt them

hope jumps through hoops in the garden
as a chickadee searches for seed

and i sit in this chair in my kitchen
watching life through a smile
and a curtain

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this post is part of one word wednesday over at jillsy girl
and one shot wednesday at one stop poetry