GATHER THE DAY

I Love You

No television, no music, no open book, no pen, no paper. I remain at the table after dinner with a cup of tea watching darkness gather the mountains, the field, trees at the edge of the field, trees holding out limbs of snow as if in offering, thankful for their blankets of white.

I listen as the wind howls, occasionally moving the curtains as the washing machine sloshes blankets and water in a peaceful rhythm. My leg is warm where Ruger rests his head. The furnace hums spreading warmth throughout the house.

Flames of automated candles come to life proclaiming “now” it is night. Sounds of the house… a ritual of thankfulness as I watch darkness gather the day.

ART: “Flowers and Tea” 2024