Porch Weather…

Most of the year it is too cold, or too hot, or too wet, or too buggy…but some days are just perfect porch days…

Today was a porch day…

"The Sixth of January"...

 

The Sixth of January

The cat sits on the back of the sofa looking
out the window through the softly falling snow
at the last bit of gray light.

I can't say the sun is going down.
We haven't seen the sun for two months.
Who cares?

I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this stillness.
The only sound: the occasional gurgle of tea
coming out of the pot and into the cup.

How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
in this world of woe.

"The Sixth of January," by David Budbill, from Moment to Moment: Poems of a Mountain Recluse (Copper Canyon Press).

 

I love it when I find a poem that I wish I had written ...one that describes exactly what I would like to say...of course my chair isn't blue but gold...and the sun is shining thru the window...but still...

I found this and many other of my favorite poems at The Writer's Almanac...What I am not sure of is if I need permission to put a found poem here...