The morning is quiet when I wake up
I have had a bit of a fitful sleep
my husband has gone fishing
and so
part of my bed, (part of me) is feeling
empty
as I am waking, I think I can hear his
breath in matched rhythm with my own
soothing
but as the morning light starts to seep into my
consciousness
I realize he’s not there
it’s one of the great comforts of Love
I suppose
feeling it’s safe natural rhythm
as one
breathes
so this day, (as every day) begins in
gratitude
for Love
and yes,
for this love
the house is quiet when I come down
so I brew my coffee and then
sit with my book
as the rest of the house breathes
peace
I lament a bit the fact that
now that it’s November, the windows stay closed
still in this quietness, I am able to hear the birds
as they gather
soon enough it feels, it is time to
go out
and check in with my girls
daylight savings time has ended,
and while I know I will indeed
start to feel the gradual loss of light
even on a rather dreary misty morning
the gardens appear rather beautiful
to me
I have begun a slight obsession with my flowers
as they
fade
I spend considerable time
admiring them
apart from their gorgeous colours
now
I am appreciating their
more
advanced beauty
possibly, having just celebrated another birthday
I too, am looking for my own
I take my walk of gratitude
with my camera
and gladly greet every
one
when I happen upon my lovely garden fairy
she lies face down,
damp
in leaves and dirt
a victim of the dog’s obsession with clearing the yard
of squirrels
I set her up straight, and tell her how this sudden collection
of slugs on her dress, her neck and
her nose
seems to have broadened her smile
as well as
my
own
I take a deep breath, of this misty surprisingly
mild November air
and offer up just how very grateful I am
for all of this
as I know that soon enough
we both, she and I
will be tucked away snug and safe
from the mounding white stuff
and the wintry chills
when I go in to warm up some delicious leftovers
for my lunch
I draw my own heart in sirracha on the plate
and smile
in the background, the magnificent Tony Bennett and James Taylor
serenade me
“spread sunshine all over the place … ♪ “
as
my husband pulls into the driveway
and my heart
once again
begins
to
beat
in
rhythm ♥