the shadow
of the rocking chair
in the corner
holds mystery
only
when the whole
is obscured from our sight.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
–1 Corinthians 13:12
…and I’m grateful that He has called me by name.
With the fading light goes warmth.
On vacation for the winter.
Gone South
with the birds.
Instead of following the birds,
Follow the cat.
He knows the warmest spot
In the house.
gratitude for my cat who keeps my feet warm
The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bare branches
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and doing their wild dances…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
Thankful that the leaves in the country just blow away…
the circle of life 