seven days to go
cataclysm or delight
soon we will all know

long, boring weekend
nothng to do, oh so dull
the weather was nice

the world is crushing,
sinking in on itself
suffocating all

sweet smells float lightly
carried by cool fall breezes
soap in the making

daddy born today
long time ago, far away
miss the scent of him

lazy day Sunday
all about sleep sound and snug
dreading the next day