An ordinary rhyme 

There is nothing ordinary 

About the day

The sky of blue and peach

Has never been this shade of blue

 And peach

My frame of mind has never been

This frame of mind

My thoughts traipse high and low

In places

They have never thought

The pigeons cluck and coo to me

The morning news

We breathe the world together

Ruff our feathers

Talk the talk

The day gets busy going

The streets go buzzing by

While extraordinary people pour

From extra ordinary door

The houses hold some secrets

That are winking at the pane

The smoke is signaling weather

Will it snow 

Or blow with rain

The branches click and clatter

At the bones 

Of mother wind 

The squirrel is chattering metaphors

And leaps her tree

With nonesuch glee

~ this like a squirrel

~ that like a squirrel

Uncommon as a squirrel

I note them down in squirrel script

For future poems

Sara Mathews            March 2019