i don't often have things slip into my mind, but i must have stayed in an alpha state a bit longer than usual. guess that means i'm not awake yet. anyway, today's poem, which has also taken up permanent residence under 'poetry'.
fall morning
As I step out the door
I notice the humidity.
Turning to find my keys,
the soft sound of rain greets my ears.
That explains it.
Door locked, I walk downstairs,
open my umbrella,
walk under the crazy downspout of water
someone put over the sidewalk,
and get in my car.
I plug in my iPod and push play -
Norah Jones, an apropros choice
left over from last night.
Wipers push rain-stuck golden leaves
into little piles,
which when I pull out of the driveway
scatter off my windshield into the air
like so many yellow butterflies.
As I drive, affirmations run through my head.
Footwear and hair,
boots and curls,
both wise choices.
I love the hiss of tires against wet road.