by Thomas Davis
I’ve never met a woman
Who looked so tired and worn
As that old earthy lady
Of the early morn.
She wears gray skirts and blouses
Soaked wet by morning dew
And goes around a dyeing
The skies a laundry blue.
I’ve heard that her bright husband
Is such a sleepyhead
She has to light his fire
To get him out of bed.
Note: Since posting the last of the sonnet sequence, I have been wondering what to post next. Writing the dragon epic is taking up the little writing time I have, but I am only able to write one section a week. The problem is that Ethel and I each post two poems a week. Betty Hayes Albright, who posts wonderful children’s poetry, recently asked if I would post children’s poetry I wrote for my two daughters, Sonja Bingen and Mary Wood, when they were young. I am not sure they will remember the poems, but that is one answer to my dilemma. Another is that I could publish love poems I wrote to Ethel when we were young. I have decided to publish both children’s and love poems over the next few months as I finish the dragon epic. Most were written in the 1960s and 1970s, although I am still writing love poems to Ethel all these years later.
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