Nails on wood

The depths of night broken with the t, t, t, t, of nails on wood,
and a cold nose met the bottom of my dangling foot.
Quickly followed by the slight rattling of a lid,
and the gurgling sputter of the percolator.

On the heels of sound raced the delightful aroma of coffee.
Knowing good and well this means morning Dolly my Australian Shepperd whined.
A faint rumble grew in the distance as the spatter of rain tapped on the window.

Warm covers were applied from my chin covering the top of my head, and I reveled in the warmth.

The crackling of lightning cracked and boomed. That and the dog demanded me arise.

Reviews

[red93]

Nice Work Cherrie and you suit the journal style definitely. 'Write what you know' is one of the first things I learned in this game. Very evocative and real.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I like this style of writing. Both for reading and creating. It is simple and intimate.

[red93]

You write well in this style Cherrie - it all flows very naturally with the suggestion of a stricter poetic form under the easy surface - I like it a lot.