![]() ![]() For children stomping or looking for reflections in puddles. ![]() For the cat sitting on the window ledge looking forlorn. For water gathering in the low spots of streets, for drops that speckle the glass on my windows. For the boots and umbrellas that will adorn the sidewalks, for worms surfacing for one last swim before winter, and for the wrens who will wait for them. For spreadsheets and project codes and contracts and the faux jade plant on top of the file cabinet that reminds me of real plants, that real life is waiting for me at 5 pm.įor the rain this morning, the rain they say will turn to snow by afternoon. For emails and voicemails and regular old mail. For the sound of the copier, the beep of the front door when it opens and the smell of someone’s frozen lasagna cooking in the microwave at Noon. For the corny Halloween decorations at the office and the bowl of candy corn on the corner of the reception desk. For elderberry and blueberry and huckleberry on my route to work. ![]() For hydrangeas that bend too far over my driveway. For the clover that persists in the front yard. And for the wisdom to see it wasn’t about the leaves at all and for the beauty in the brief glimpse of a man in the grass with a rake and the wind bending and stretching branches over his head.įor the pinecones that drop from the blue spruce. For the urge I had to yell out my car window to tell him about futility, how there are leaves from down the block making their way to his yard. (inspired by Prayer In My Boot by Naomi Shihab Nye )įor the wind no one expected, the one that shook the autumn leaves free and for the man I saw raking leaves on that windy day, not at all looking frantic, looking quite zen as he pulled the rake in and set it back out again. ![]()
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