rainy days

We're having a rainy day here, well it looks like a rainy week ahead, along with cooler temperatures. It's like you can feel the entire state breathe a long, collective sigh.

we made it.

I even had the heart to order Annie her Fall shoes today. It's actually coming.

I wish you could see my house. Clothes everywhere. Dishes piled. pj's adorned.

It's just that kind of day.

And for you, on this day, a poem, from my beloved Writers Almanac. A reminder of the seasons, the liturgy of life, so to speak, reminding us with its beginnings and endings.

The story keeps marching on. and yet shares itself over and over. Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.

Thanks be to God.


CLOSING THE CABIN by: Thom Tammaro
I
In the yawn of dusk,
We drift home in Minnesota autumn,
Reciting the litany once more:

Dock in; boathouse latched;
Rugs rolled; plugs pulled;Windows hinged; 
floors swept;
Pilots out; pipes drained;
Faucets opened; doors locked;
Hummingbird feeder taken down;
Key hanging in its secret place.
II
In the flicker of lights near the city's edge
We talk easily, gather within
All that the summer has given:
A great fish, slender and shiny,Diving for bottom;
 loons calling In the still afternoon;
Stars swirling above the rooftops.
Near home, vees of geese circle,
Circle in the shadows above us.
III
Later that night, we pause
On the stairs — winterward —Unlock that other season
Where little puffs of winter dust
Rise when we open the door.