Leaves and Pitch

The wind and rain have removed just about every leaf on the
trees in my yard. I had to gather up a bunch and scan them
for a remembrance. Yesterday my son and I blew and bagged
before my hubby arrived home from work. It was a wonderful
gesture on my son's part bc hubby would have come home dogged
tired and tried to do it. But for him it is also a time of therapy after
a long day at work. Meditative for him, a time to reflect.

My son had 40 minutes left before he had to leave for work. So I fed
him lunch and he went home, next door, to prepare for his evening of
work.

Here's one stanza of a poem I am working on.

Pitch

Early morning expanse

And Cool night air mix

Giving you a feel

For its coming new day.

That time of morn'

When Pitch is the color

Dark, black, void of light.

And then light bursts through

For to discover come what may.

Day 9 - 20 grateful things

1) early morning pitch a new day

3) seeing colors bright and beautiful

5) exercise bagging leaves

7) my arms/legs working productive day

9) my son's love my son's compassion

11) my youngest bought movie tickets a short line

13) my date with my hubby a hot tea

15) friends jokes friends laughter

17) 2 navy men headed to Kuwait their love of country

19) obedience the desire God placed in my heart