A Little Chilly This Morning

This morning I made a cup a  tea, a slice of toast and went to go outside to eat and ponder the day. Although I had on long pants and a sweatshirt it was still too cool to be outside. The beginnings of Fall for sure.  It is supposed to warm back up this weekend but for now I will have to stay inside this morning. So here is a poem to start your day.

 

Morning

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,

the swale of the afternoon,

the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,

his many-pointed stars?

This is the best—

throwing off the light covers,

feet on the cold floor,

and buzzing around the house on espresso—

maybe a splash of water on the face,

a palmful of vitamins—

but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,

dictionary and atlas open on the rug,

the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,

a cello on the radio,

and, if necessary, the windows—

trees fifty, a hundred years old

out there,

heavy clouds on the way

and the lawn steaming like a horse

in the early morning. 

Billy Collins