Some orange cheer to brighten these dull winter days.
And a poem …
from my perch
In this rain on this day,
in a fashion, in my own way,
taking in the existence of brown dwarf stars
and sundogs, an oozing, bubbling
orange of a sun (today
hidden from me by grey, polar fleece cloud).
As well, communing
with other spinning people
on the other side of my planet
the moon waxing gibbous, 97% full.
Learning too, how
eternity, impermanence and compliments
and how to trust the givers of such
and that this branch upon which I perch will indeed hold.
Kay McKenzie Cooke