Great morning. Woke up before the rest of the house and sat in the sun-room taking in the autumn morning. The little moments all around me inspired the poem below. Now I have a pot of white bean, kale, sausage soup brewing on the stove-top and polka time playing in the background. A great day of happy moments to all! Here’s the poem:
Raindrops on the clothesline
Like the clearest diamonds
set in a sagging row
raindrops shine on the clothesline
as the autumn sun climbs the changing trees.
The night’s rainfall,
with its water-earth scent
and cool, moist breath drifting in
through the open windows,
has scattered spent oak leaves on the lawn.
The warm patchy light
highlights a broad, drooping squash leaf
in the aging garden
near a hopeful squash-blossom
that resembles a hastily folded yellow hankie.
A single teacup sized sparrow
occupies the bird feeder
until two squirrels disturb the stillness
by chasing each other in spirals
with billowing tails
around the trunk of the old maple tree.
These are the moments
when the nectar of morning
pours over your waking frame-of-mind
and reminds you
that raindrops on the clothesline
that savoring everyday miracles
and soaking them into your soul