The sun rises
but the clouds
linger
clinging
to the hills
and rocky peaks
as they thread
through treetops
linger on
well after dawn
and into the day
promising
raindrops
The porch light
goes out
and the candles
are doused
and as
children’s laughter
is replaced
by nighttime silence
the decorations
come down
and it feels like
goodbye
with an ache
of sadness
that another year
must pass
before it all begins
again
The box arrives
with a friend
inside
that I’m eager
to greet
and with
tearing paper
and keys
splitting tape
bright orange
is revealed
and he’s bought
into the light
and welcomed
home
For a moment
the world
exhales
and the tension
of summer heat
gone on
too long
is released
to wash the hills
in hues
of golden glow
as leaves
begin to fall
A smile radiant
in a world
of gray
as raindrops fall
and drip
from the tips
of long strands
beading
upon skin
and yet all
that can be heard
is joy and laughter