At dawn the carpenters in the clouds
hammered the roof with pelting rain
and from here you can see it’s snowing on
Pikes Peak, and nonetheless, barefooted,
I walked a chilling sidewalk for the newspaper,
then out onto the green cold wet grass.
I needed to feel grounded to Mother.
And the robin, to whom I said,
“Hi, Honey.” cocked her head to me
then pecked at something in the grass.
From the porch I waved to a boy
walking up the alley to school.
I do not know his name.
He waved back, then smiled.
Despite the cold and rain the red finches
are already at the feeder I filled last evening.
I need mornings like this, these blessings.