Though the day was gray
and the road filled with fast-moving trucks,
what lingers now that I’m back home
is gratitude for time well spent
with a dear friend who agreed to drive
and later with my granddaughter
who was grateful that the driver wasn’t me.
They lined the porch rail
and gave me a look: “Get off
your duff. We need food and stuff.”
“The dirt was enough
and the grass and those leaves” barks
dog, Jimmy, ” but now there’s this
cold, white, sticky stuff – puh-lease!”
So much beauty can
be hard to hold, thus the trees
quietly let go.
It’s the beauty, yes,
but also it’s the promise
of much-needed rest
that brings a glow to blanched cheeks
and a sparkle to dulled eyes.
When I stepped outside,
sky and trees exploded with
crows and their complaints.
Who knows what the issue was,
but it was too big to tweet.