Six days of cold, dreary, and sometimes, rain.
Ended today when the sun broke through again.
I gaze out, on the peaceful scene, sky blue clean.
Not a twig stirring, wing turning, cat purring thing.
Like a painting in the cool winter air.
Everything's in place and going nowhere.
Fast. Ah, if this would last, this so peaceful time.
As the sun sharp shadows move imperceptibly sublime.
To the quiet rhythm of a newborn day.
Just watching my troubles slip away.
So peacefully, I sit and watch, while the shadows march,
At the sky so blue, through the window's arch.
And dream of you.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull