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

Today I walk
in the happiness that arises
from matter-of-fact acts,
the simple rhythm of daily rounds,
the deft precision
of casual mastery
of tasks performed without a thought
countless times across the years

Today I choose country tunes
to croon me through
this time of preparation
while the sun comes in the window
freshened from its morning wrapped in clouds
and may glint upon the unassuming moves
of boughs and beetles
and the chirping flit of squirrels and birds
and the quiet release of seeds
when they are ready
for their long, sleep-softened passage
into new life.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2014