It’s a good day for some poetry

I had time to think today, not unknowingly

It’s been raining all day

But me and my dog still walked our usual way

Raindrops pelted my umbrella and poncho

The few yellow leaves left were a beautiful show

The air smelled better than a holiday Yankee candle

Orange leaves and blue jays among a gray sky

Prettier than any embellished mantle

This year I’m not sure how I feel about Christmas trees

They have a way of stirring up senseless rivalries

Do presents express unquieted consumerism

How is it at the heart of nearly every human

My soul feels gray

As I walk along on a dreary Sunday

The festivities are over

Nearly all the leaves are on the ground

Tomorrow is Monday

I feel a little sick

No discount or fancy food could make me tick

No box could hold what I want or need

Isn’t that the case for every human being

The candle, I blow out

The Christmas tree I do without

I choose a friendly smile and a donation

I hope fully for mankind’s salvation

Rainy days are for prayer

For poetry

For walking – with my dog