Yarn

Rough, warm, and fuzzy
Goes though my hands and needles
Making something new.

Sun

The sun rises up into the clear blue sky
Smiling at all it sees.

It whispers a song of warm days to come
As it melts winter's snow from the trees.

Lazy

I know I should be showering
Or ironing my jeans
But lounging around in my PJs
Is so much more fun to me.

I know that if I studied
For the test I have tomorrow
I'd at least score a B, probably an A
Without having to worry about it at all.

I could straighten my room,
Or paint my nails,
Or read, or wash the dog.
But instead I sit glued to my computer
Typing a poem for my blog.