Sunday Verses

On Marilyn's blog at A Place to Reside, she posts a nice variety of things from recipes to Haiku, and somehow it seems as if every word she writes is perfectly chosen. She had such a post yesterday when she wrote a short verse about her Sunday morning.  Patterning her style, I wrote a verse about my Sunday evening.

Sunday Evening

Super Bowl

is tuned in on the old TV.

Snacks

are eaten with gusto.

Shadows

grow longer in the darkness.

Can you write a short verse about a part of your day?

Note: For those of you around the world who didn't follow the Super Bowl, about half way through the game, the electricity went out over half of the stadium rendering it in darkness.