glowering sky
afore the rain —
winds shifting,
windows darken —
with the pall
of the heavens
blessedly upon us
the numbers game: 212
I always love to play this game. Props to Judy for the weekly challenge! This week’s number is 212 and, from my archives, here are a few photos.
housekeeping
Mondays, I spritz Markus
water the other plants, too
open all the blinds
so that they might too
savor the light
the artistes
two twin sisters
wearing sage-green tights
draw pink jaguars
on a broken sidewalk,
sunlight caressing
their strawberry blonde curls
in my sister’s bedroom
a pale autumn sun,
bright with light despite its low arc,
bursts through the delicate translucence
of her simple, cotton draperies
my poor nose!
humidity creeps back up
soaring temps and ragweed too —
I look towards frost & drier air,
the chill of autumn’s overlay
*
to breathe freely again,
to step outside,
to enjoy nature
& the wide-open outdoors
the lessening
jagged shadows soften
in September’s luscious light —
sharpened points muted,
& now made beautiful
fowl behavior
a child wraps herself
around the milk-chocolate feathers
of a bantam chicken,
its fleshy red comb wobbles
as the young girl’s grip
tightens with affection,
then loosens in apprehension
that borders on fear
as the hen clucks and shimmies,
anxious for its freedom
to root and strut and peck
in the dust and strewn feed
with the rest of its impassive flock
enigma
the boy is a puzzle
inconsistencies abound and yet,
occasional wisdom, keen insight
gems I never possessed
when I was his age
sometimes, lacking even now —
how, I wonder, did that come to be?
thermostat ping-pong
that HVAC in-between —
cool desire in order to sleep,
a nudge of warmth to remove the chill,
come temperature drop-offs
in an autumn early a.m.
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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