Days Of Rain

Days of rain
leaves gather on the ground baring branches
flowers fade brilliantly saturated

I make a fire in the wood stove but even with just one log it’s too hot.  I open the door to let the heat climb the stairs.

an in between time
a time of patience and acceptance
of allowing it to be

2 thoughts on “Days Of Rain

  1. Maria, that is beautiful. The last words sum up life for me at the age if 58 in this wild time on the planet.

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