Sun paints
across
cloud bottoms
as deep purple
reaches
over the top,
darkness
setting in as the
sun sinks lower.
I contemplate the
tree frog on our
bedroom window
who serenades
us each night;
the whippoorwill
out calling
by the campfire;
the turtles
we found along
our path
in the woods;
the bat who
dips down
from the sky
to eat insects
in late evening;
the birds
who sing us
awake each
morning and
share part
of their day
visiting our
feeders.
And I pause
amid
the catastrophe
underway
out in the world
just to be
grateful.