The weekend blues

                                                           Camping in Monterey (Year 2012)

The child lifted his arms
The mother picked him
As she continued, briskly
Along the pavement
Of a busy street;
It was a new morning, new week
After the careless musings
And the idle dreams
Thoughts had no place
Within the daily routine;
The trees continued
When it stopped to rain
The branches grew, high
Leaving the fragrance behind
The hangouts were refreshing, but few;

Just the same, they were gone, the weekend blues.