Candles in windows, lighted tree,

clear, sweet notes

sung by boys, drift

from radio

 

spreading their warmth on rainy day.

Luna and I

venture outside

to stretch our legs,

 

breathe clean, crisp, cold air. Me in my

yellow slicker,

she in bare fur,

bouncing along.

 

Overhead wild geese raucously

shouting, single

drops of rain on

pond’s surface spread

 

into concentric circles that

gently touch each

other. We hear

pitter patter.

 

To experience the peace such

moments bring, all

I have to do

is be open.