THE WONDERS OF A RAINY MORNING
Doves cooing in the pine tree.
Sounds of drip . drip . dripping water
Puddles in the cracks of stones.
Car tires slushing on the road.
Sparkling drops caught in evergreen branches,
Low lying clouds hug the hillsides.
The sounds of a coffee grinder from the kitchen.
A plane passing overhead is lost in a sea of white.
Dew drops glistening on the poppies, their petals drooping.
Dragging myself out of bed to meditate in the cold room.