Last Leg

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. - Thoreau

day sunny but night's clouds now rule

moon marked absent like a missing jewel

schooling the wise along with the fool

from a soft shoe shuffle

rain tap dances 'pon the roof

drooling down my window pane

its rhythm like a song

ground wet with someone's spent tears

river lifting its glass to imbibe

shrugging shoulders at its overdrawn banks

trees stand bare at attention, in solemn contemplation

whispering sweet sorrows

rumors of cheer

not swaying, just saying

change is beneficent

realms come and go

eternity is forever

ushered and ordained

darkness unsettling and cool

life but a three-legged stool

Author's Note

"A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us." - Thoreau