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
Steve Haarman 