A Time For Wee Things

An old man's maudlin musings

There is naught more important

This cold, rainy, winter day (to me)

Than to wrap up snugly by the window

And watch the world pass on it’s way

I’ve seen the grandest of canyons

Seen the grandeur of seaside beaches

Breathed mountain air, cold and rare

And have soared to the highest reaches

And now has come the time to sit and see

Creatures that live only arms length away

That live unknowing of the concept of tomorrow

But dwell fully in the moment …each day

 

Watch small birds fluff to twice their size

Watch Fox squirrels quarrel and chatter

Watch Nature undress before my eyes

Watch leaves dance…then tatter

Watch clouds play hide and seek with the Sun

Watch shadows shrink and grow

Watch snowflakes fall to merge into one

Watch the wind blow them to and fro

I live now where there is no Winter

Only a sad simulacrum of that season (I know)

But in my mind I sit by that window and…

See naught but Cardinals, squirrels, chickadees

Fat fluffy sparrows, Christmas lights in the distance

...And skeletal trees that wave welcome to me...

To which I reply with my glass held on high with

…A toast of warm Peach brandy…

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Author's Note

can you relate?