Sunday, 29 March 2020



Photo by Scott Umstattd on Unsplash
Grace by Alice Walker

 Gives me a day
too beautiful
I had thought
to stay indoors
and yet
washing my dishes
straightening
my shelves
finally
throwing out
the wilted
onions
shrunken garlic
cloves
I discover
I am happy
to be inside
looking out.
This, I think,
is wealth.
Just this choosing
of how
a beautiful day
is spent.

I thought this poem by Alice Walker very apt - click here to find out more about her.
Writing prompt: How did you choose to spend this day?
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