Outdoors Pours In

Placid light drones bright,

Day and night with all its might. 

The blight string me a kite

To slight my fighting rights. 

The clock tick end

To begin again

The thin spin

Of faded grin. 

The door pours 

The sun more 

Toward the desk gore

That 'morrow implores.

I was suddenly transformed

By the warm storm

As daylight's reform

Performed  a stiff backed deform. 

The bile left my smile

A while while my style

Reviled the chair shaped nile

Of my spine's fertile. 

Outside is alive

And my stride strived

To jive chive's flavors

And revive my surviving soul. 

Thanks to Amy for this saturday's inspiration of "Anywhere Outdoors."