It’s much cooler this morning,
I sit with my coffee
and book
and my feet are cold
my husband seems to have found
a golf course with his name on it
and so today, I quietly read
alone
the girls have befriended a neighbourhood
cat, who ventured into our yard yesterday
and even though he sports a pink collar
they have named him Tim
and despite said ‘pink’ collar, we all refer to Tim as a ‘him’
while being forced to leave him last night
in the dark
on the back porch
around 10:00 as I said no to bringing him in
assuring them both, that Tim already
has a home to go to … somewhere
and our own two cats and two dogs
may not be as welcoming as we
to this guest
still
I can’t help but checking this morning
wondering if he is still there,
waiting
for kindness and affection
to return
I don’t see him, so I head to the pond
and then to my spot
in the sun
I close my eyes and raise my face, my chest
and my arms
to Light
touch my forehead
to Love
then bring them to rest
at my heart
to Peace
I stay in this peaceful pose
surrounded by warming grace
until Mr. Blue starts to yell
slightly disturbed
I open one eye to watch him land
at the bird bath
and then suddenly I apologize
as it seems I have let it go dry
and he certainly would like me to know this
off then, to get the hose and a few nuts
as a peaceful offering
our little woodpecker is back
every morning again
and the cardinals
they never seem to leave
or tire of tapping the window
and teasing the cat
while I read
most of the flowers now are
coming to their ends
lying lazily around
and beauty starting to fade
as the season changes
although two of my roses
are still bursting forth
in radiance
very few trumpets are left
and I believe the hummingbirds
are off now
having gotten their fill
for the journey
the bees are still busy gathering
in frequent flurry
I am feeling the slight ache
of endings
caught between fading blossoms
and spider webs
suspended in cradles
to catch the falling leaves
and sometimes
my tears
as I find myself caught
by beauty, and Love
and aching tender hearts
and I try
somehow
to cradle
the roughness of this world
gently
and in my own small way
to offer it
kindness
and so
once again I find
my place
in the sun
and I raise my arms
to Light
to Love
to Peace
and here I rest
and soak this in
allowing these things
to fill
and then
from somewhere above
(which is actually the upstairs window)
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts begin to rock
as if on cue
a small flock of crows
decide to join in
breaking my peace, or
bringing my attention here
to the grass at my feet
where I find
this lovely little mushroom
patiently
quietly
awaiting my attention
to
Love
and this gift
and in very great and full
Gratitude
I smile ♥