Tamara Willems

september morn…

This morning lovely husband is
up early, wee hours one might say,
and I
half-consciously listen
for his going

in the darkness he comes quietly
and bends, to kiss me good-byes
and
back to sleep
in kindness

the dog lifts the blankets with his snout
snuggles in
to the vacant spot beside me
in our bed
warm,
comforting
presence
lulls

at coffee I sit in his chair
so our pup can sit cozily at my feet
as he does my husband’s

the day begins, grey and damp
as predicted
and I am relishing a quiet morning
with time to sit
and devour another book by Kate Bowler
whom I’ve decided for various reasons
I should probably
be friends
with

my husband’s chair sits
opposite mine
as one would expect
and periodically I gaze out the window
from here
a different perspective than usual
the front garden sways

where he will sometimes complain that he
can no longer see the road
I will gather in the comfort of bushes, vines
and plants that curl in
around the almost hidden
gate

through a window of greenery
I watch the goldenrod waving in the breeze
and the faces of red sunflowers peeking around
the smoke bush
with each gust
and I am smiling

September’s return
kids are back in school
and fall
feels to be
peeking round the corner

yet to be sat here this morning,
dogs at my feet
book in my lap
nary a care in the world…
(just kidding, thought that sounded wonderfully poetic –
in fact, many a care in the world)

feels  

just the most wonderful place
to be

surround yourself with love, dear friends
let it touch you,
snuggle up close to you
let it peek at you, from behind the smoke bush
maybe let it move through you
like the dulcet tones of Mr. Barry White
(come on, you knew it was coming…)

and then,
the very least you can do,
send it out in to the world
where my hope
is

this little bit of goodness
has the good sense

to come back around

and
find
you ♥

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