Pale sun streams in
creating its geometry
on walls and floors,
revealing the certainties
and latent possibilities
contained in windows, corners, doors

What may the day hold?
Bird shadow flits across
the window’s sun patch,
Outside, the white pine
rustles slightly

Quiet cycles intersect —
they move along their courses,
most unseen,
Caught in small glimpses
as the sky flirts with drizzle and sun
and I, likewise,
in efforts to work and in reverie,
shift between silver and gray.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2014