small poems

In the air
just a hint
of Christmas.

Each breath
a simple prayer
of gratitude.

Saturday morning ~
fresh air and friends
give my week
a blessing.

At the door
the little dogs
tumble out
to greet me.

Edging towards winter
the shorter days
seem longer.

I am frozen ~
stopped in my tracks
and unable to move.

Worn to a nub ~
I look outside
and the sunshine
is missing.

Waiting all day ~
the promised storm
gives just a bit
of rain.

Waiting for the storm
the milk
turns into yogurt.

This idea
of soul swirling
reaching
has me giddy.