Aaron Belz

Today I woke, and all was clear.
I hitched my pants and went outside.
The lamppost had its head held high
as did the fence and all the plants;
I looked up at the morning sun,
and it, too, it was having fun
dancing yellow light through clouds.
So in I went to my old desk
with normal life front and foremost,
with the quotidian most impressed.
I sat there and tried to write a song
to my beloved wife. I could n Read more of this blog post »