The Set Up and the Nature of Whether

I drank my first sips of coffee sitting on my steps this morning. The weather was more comfortable that I'd imagined so I just plopped down. I knew today would be a big day of deadlines and submissions, laundry and dishes. I had a nice little moment to clear my mind as I listened to our dog trample through the wet leaves. No one was talking and the skies had cleared away the evidence of rain. I had a startle when I first stepped out. While I slept, one of my cats (who had refused to come in the night before) had "made me breakfast." So yes, there I sat on the step alongside a dead mouse. I know the routine; you feed them and in turn they feed you. If you want more "meals" of this sort you had best accept the gift and throw it away when they are not looking. I suspect this is a rather Poe style scene to most of you. I grant you it was not. Ok, so maybe it wasn't as Thoreau as I'd like to think, but it was serene as the sun sparkled off the wet leaves. I felt clear and reflective sitting next to my breakfast, sipping my coffee. I have been handed a lot of new things in my life lately and I began thinking in stanzas, which for me is an old habit I used to do. 

Nature of Whether

As the dew drips

from the wilted petals

I am reminded of a visited place.

A time perhaps

of happiness and joys,

the thrill of each day,

the traffic of elation

as ventures began

and giggles pursue.

I was a part of this place,

more than a visitor.

The matriarchal leader then,

the healer of wounds,

the cleanser of woes;

I have since witnessed

the drought of a heart

In a place I once knew.

Did I build the dam

And dried it all up

or is time the culprit

of lifely ruin.

The clouds overhead

predict the rain.

The sky has fallen dark

and dismal is near.

I will weather the storm;

and as it blows past,

I will get down to the business

of what will last.