End of week, its face washed by rain,
Arrives on weary, long-traveled feet.
The sun makes a noontime visit,
But it will be brief; on the way heavier rain.
Outside the day puts on a rain coat, walks the dog,
Keeps its eyes on its feet.
I greet the wet, gray day with a desire to pen.
Words come to a mind that wants to rest.
Time has come to get the blood flowing,
For it’s end of week, one more time.
Give thanks to God, and to Heaven too,
That this week will gather dust soon.
End of Week Again
© Lennard Pierson
