Too many cool rainy days
In a row
can start to wear a person low
last night I go to bed
feeling a little less than
civil
consequently my sleep is
disturbed
and this morning once again
the dog decides that since my husband
has just pulled out of the drive
It must be time for me
to get up
and keep him company
even though, to my thinking
it is clearly
NOT
and so when I do come down
I am my very own version
of a rather dark
cloud
fortunately it is only the cats
and the dogs who are subjected to my
mood of thunder
and they once again prove
so very forgiving
Peace, like most beautiful things, begins small.
these are the words I read this morning
and I try to take them in
in small digestible bites
and even though it is windy, wet and cold
outside
I slip on my husband’s boots and coat
and step outside to look for
small beautiful beginnings
to capture in frame
and thought
back inside I get an email from
my love
and instead of the I Love you I am hoping for
(while it is there) what I see, is to tell me
he’s coming home briefly, but then has to head
right back to work
I trudge off for my shower and decide not to
wash my hair
why bother
but
s
o
m
e
t
i
m
e
s
a nice hot shower
can really make all the difference
when I come down
my son tells me about a bird
In the tree beside the window
of which he has not seen before
soon after
my husband pulls in the drive
and just as he reaches the door
he calls me to come out
because there on the feeder
is our new visitor
who turns out to be a
Rose-Breasted Grosbeak
and he has not been here before
almost instantly I am
so thrilled
and
bubbling over
outside it is still
grey,
it is still windy, wet and quite cold
but here, the garden is bustling
eight Blue Jays have gathered
the Downy Woodpecker is at the suet
a chick-a-dee and sparrow stop in beside me
while the doves, a grey and a black squirrel
are scouring the ground
a very large crow is stuffing his beak
with as many monkey nuts as he can possibly carry
and the cardinal sits on a nearby perch
I try to snap a few shots
and then
I quickly give up
and just watch the crowd
as they come
and go
I have found it
you know,
my rainbow in the clouds
it’s not that it’s not right there
to see
Sometimes
it’s all in how you
feel
and just
how it is you choose
to
look
Peace, like most beautiful things, begins small.
and so,
I
begin ♥
