A LATE FALL DECEMBER DAY

Eight o’clock on a late fall morning

Everything is still outside

Totally calm

Snow covers the ground

The inland sea appears motionless

Under gray-white clouds

Light is just light,

   nothing arousing

There will be gloom today

    in many lives

Have things to do and cannot linger

There will be no basking in melancholy

I make no hard plans,

    things will just flow

I feed the birds, then shower

Throw in a load of laundry

Drive to town for physical therapy

Go to the post office,

   pick up the weekly paper

Donate to shop with a cop

Come home, put clothes in the dryer

Make up the bed, drink a glass of water

Sit and write a poem,

   then work on Christmas cards

Wash a few dishes and straighten the kitchen

Fold the clothes, take an hour nap

Wake up. 

See a pileated woodpecker

   go to work on a tree

Think about nature’s mysteries

The light, brighter earlier,

   now turns to gray

Looking back, it’s been a very good day

Stanski

December 22