When all is quiet before the day becomes a series of lists and things to do.

Sitting. Wondering.
Prospecting hope by dawn’s light.
Gentle dog watches.

Just when it all seems so blustery and grim.

The hand of a friend,
The smile of a coworker.
For these, I give thanks.

Emotion rooted
in strength and weakness blurs truth.
Kind spring day lends light.