Window At the Abbey

Window at the Abbey Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow, crows in the grass I cut with a scythe early this morning. Still on my platter corn from the fields, scallions, tomatoes, bell pepper and cheese. I'll remain at my table with lemon and tea and look out on the land that surrounds me. The psalms a monk gave me this morning I'll read for an hour before sleeping. Donal Mahoney