Steppingstones

the trees took their cue
from the cold snap and
their leaves started

their silent descent
I think this is our first
gray day of winter

even the streetlight is
lost in the sky behind it
which made me reflect

I have never blended in
or stood out not that it
really matters

the weather and the
changing seasons never
depress me but it is

the wind that reminds
me of where I have been
and my failures in life

which are the stepping-
stones between the
victories along the way

and the victories to come

Odds and Ends 4.20

I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I stepped out back to take a break.
I made rainy day red beans and rice and

Cajun baked chicken thighs that my love
loves and a few breasts. The late afternoon
nap was not for me.

The rain falls slowly but continuously on
the metal patio roof behind me playing a
disjointed tempo all of its own drowning

out any other chords of rain. No wind
really and it is getting dark. I can hardly
see my steno pad. I am not sure what I

expected the Saturday after Thanksgiving
to be like, but this wasn’t it. The light over
the kitchen sink is on. Nap must be over.

Someone just closed the kitchen blinds.
I am sitting here in the dark, but I give
thanks to God for another day of life.

A moment of joy on this dreary dark day
comes to mind as I give thanks that it may
be too dark to see but I walk in God’s light.

It Might Rain

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain

the local black and
white cat hides behind
the elm tree out my
window

the cat goes rigid but
whatever it was must
be gone because

the cat lifts and licks a
paw and when I looked
back the cat was gone

the sun made a dull
attempt to push through
barely making shadows

even so

rain clouds hang in the
air making you think it
might rain