Tuesday, April 14, 2009
 | I slip outside to greet the sun dawning on a new day I can only dread. The wren lights on the split rail, tail pert and chatters as if to scold me for that thought. But I cannot shake it no matter how she scold me. I quietly go back in resolved to go thru the routine of a day Giving my hands and my mind something else to think on I grind beans, but take no delight in their aroma released just for me I shower, but do not enjoy the water cannot release the pain and send it down the drain I drive to work without creating my day What do I care what comes? I park and walk the sidewalk slowly while the breeze invites me to play I turn a stoic cheek to that invitation - DENIED. An apple tree shakes her benediction on me in the form of fragrant little snow blossoms Caught unawares, I laugh for just a second. not the brittle laugh of the past few weeks But an innocent laugh of wonder as the shower of white petals falls into my hair. Her demonstration of unconditional love. |
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