PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I woke to mid-morning serenades

The storm of the century kept me in

The warmth of my bed

I ground the coffee

Turned on the TV

And, quietly filled my mug

I grabbed the morning paper

And, read the clues

And, hunted for hidden words

And, then the mood changed

As the news came

And, my jaw hit my knees

As I was sleeping

Their car left the highway

And, fell into the icy waters

And, they died