In the land of now.
In which there is a cat in my lap,
not asleep, not yet, not quite yet,
but . . . yes.
In which the day dawns at last.
Wet and warm,
an almost-blue-almost-white gray sky overhead,
yellow leaves pasted to the the red brick street.
In which I read a not-quite-sober text message
sent to me in the middle of the night,
a message that makes me laugh
and fall in love all over again.
The day begins peacefully.
A squirrel perches at the foot of the hackberry tree,
a pecan his breakfast,
and for just that moment,
that piece of now gone so quickly,
the world outside was golden,
the leaves shining their light.
it cools a bit.
Gray moves back in, a cool green.
A cool yellow.
Who knew the air had so many colors?
It is so quiet out there,
this day before the day of the Eve the angels sing,
A bird singing somewhere.
Christmas is coming.
The squirrel climbs the bare wisteria branches,
and tiny lavender sparks shoot out,
invisible to those who know not where to look,
and I see the promise of lavender blossoms this spring.
all is calm, all is quiet