we got us some of these today,
the tulip tree all happy and showing it and clapping her hands,
slinging around sorbet colors,
making my mouth water for tangerines and raspberries and hurry up springtime.
we are bare feet and no heat in this warm church of winter
and there is a white cat new in the neighborhood;
her jingle bell collar soft like wind chimes in an evening breeze.
tonight a storm is moving in. the skies are red behind clouds mixed with moonlight, low rolling thunder in the distance, lightning out and about, a thin rain just beginning to fall. skye cat and i listen to it as - there! suddenly wind and fat hard raindrops against the windows, and i hope the white cat got home and out of the weather; she watched me gather skye in earlier and sat like a queen under that tulip tree pictured above, glowing. i see her and think i should curtsy.
inside here, out of the rain, now gone soft again,
we are quiet
and there are lemon cookies.