I was startled
when I heard the knock on the door.
I never expect unannounced guest
way out here.
I opened the door to find him
standing there---the biggest smile on his face.
Unsure as to attribute the glow about him
to his disposition,
or the beautiful, uncommonly warm December
"Come in," I said, hugging him while pulling him in,
in the same motion.
"I'm so glad to see you," I said to him, bringing him in for a quick kiss and heartier hug.
we embraced a while longer, as if
we hadn't see each other in a while, and perhaps,
"There is bad weather coming," he said. "Storm of a
I released him, then walked again to the front door,
opened it, and was again greeted by the dazzling mourning sun. I closed the door.
Looking at him, a bit puzzled, a bit amused, I said,
there's nothing but soft, airy clouds in the sky. No rain can come of those."
He smiled. So wide and true.
"The storm of a Lifetime is pending, Sis. And I could
think ONLY of riding it out HERE...with you."
He embraced me once more.
"Well, come to the kitchen and sit down," I told him.
"I will put on a fresh pot of coffee."
Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2021
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