This is the kind of day
that should be coffee-shopped away.
Notes from an administrative assistant who once worked for the United Church of Canada.
This planet means the world to me
in every single way.
I love to watch it twirl and dance;
it really makes my day.
Thank you, Earth, for mountains, sky,
trees, and ocean foam.
You are the ground beneath my feet,
the wind beneath my wings,
and my one and only home.
-DHolmes, April 22, 2024
I've just been told that the words Orange, Silver, Angel, Month, and Bulb are non-rhymable. I accept the challenge. Here is a poem that includes rhymes for all of these.