A Time For Wee Things
There is naught more important
This cold, rainy, winter day (to me)
Than to wrap up snugly by the window
And watch the world pass on it’s way
I’ve seen the grandest of canyons
Seen the grandeur of seaside beaches
Breathed mountain air, cold and rare
And have soared to the highest reaches
And now has come the time to sit and see
Creatures that live only arms length away
That live unknowing of the concept of tomorrow
But dwell fully in the moment …each day
Watch small birds fluff to twice their size
Watch Fox squirrels quarrel and chatter
Watch Nature undress before my eyes
Watch leaves dance…then tatter
Watch clouds play hide and seek with the Sun
Watch shadows shrink and grow
Watch snowflakes fall to merge into one
Watch the wind blow them to and fro
I live now where there is no Winter
Only a sad simulacrum of that season (I know)
But in my mind I sit by that window and…
See naught but Cardinals, squirrels, chickadees
Fat fluffy sparrows, Christmas lights in the distance
...And skeletal trees that wave welcome to me...
To which I reply with my glass held on high with
…A toast of warm Peach brandy…
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Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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