It’s scheduled to snow on Thursday.
It never snows on Thursdays.
Living with this paradox is something I can’t quite grasp;
Longing for literal meaning to a contextual conundrum.
Under the normal view, its the peripheral passionate
Victory one must be aware of, this viewpoint wants to step out of bounds.
Yesterday, admittedly wasn’t as cold as it will be,
On those days ending in ‘y’; Outside ~ underneath the tree, snacking on almonds…
Ultimately- a healthy choice.
Just one taste ~ this; swirl of chocolate,
Delicious & Decadent
Utterly & Undeniably
You’re knocking on doors, and oh my ~ how the voice continues.
Dear subconscious, you know exactly what to say. . . .
When I’m staring into the sky at these strange clouds;
Wondering about the weather
Or whether we’re all just
Mad as haberdashers