I believe in second floor windows
watching a spider creeping on all-eights
seeking entry through the screen,
and shadow stripes on the grass in the sun down below.
I believe in afternoon naps
lulled by the click, click clicking of fan blades overhead
in no hurry to fall asleep and no hurry to get up again
wearing silly pink pajamas
and a halo of purring kitty on my pillow.
I believe in the spring snow of cottonwood seeds
and the oscillating rain of lawn sprinklers in June
and yellow leaves flooding my deck in the fall
and black branches piercing the silent gray skies of winter.
I love waking to new snow more than Valentine chocolates,
Watching wild thunderstorms more than a box office hit,
Savoring the surprise of fresh hawthorn by the sidewalk
more than the surprise lace lingerie folded in scented tissue.
My days tend to all run together now
noted more by the moon’s waxing and waning
than blocks on my Outlook calendar
or its random reminder dings.
Give me a quiet time with a book, or a pen
time to gaze without solving a problem,
time to sip tea from a porcelain cup and
I believe that is when my life is overflowing.
What details of life have you grown to savor? Please share in the Comments below.