Foot prints in October

 

A clean, white page

waiting for

thoughts to materialize,

words to appear.

Inspiration  usually comes

sitting on the patio

quietly absorbing the warmth

of the sun,

watching the trees sway.

But it’s raining and cold.

Cool and rainy October days

are rare:

hints of winter tiptoeing in.

Time to cocoon?’

Too soon for Hallmark movies?

Ready to finish last year’s jigsaw puzzle?

Maybe I’ll do a little cleaning? 

I’m so at peace with myself 

and my life.

I’m content just staring out the window

on a rainy October day:

too lazy to even think about writing.

And there it is—-

a pristine snowy white page

dotted with the messy foot prints of my life.