The Veil of Blue As The Rain Falls

In veil of blue

from ceiling to floor,

I sit.

Blanket covering my lap

from the soft cold

oozing in from open window.

The rain falling rhythmically

on this leaf and that.

Rumble of thunder awakens 

as the seasons tussle

between spring and summer

here in central Florida.

The warm and sweet Costa Rican

fills my body with each slow sip -

a gift from special friends,

in coffee mug exuding 

so many hopes and possibilities.

Dreams pondered.

Moment captured

as I read from my Beloved book.

Pen in hand

and notebook gathered

within eyesight of hammered dulcimer

beckoning me to play 

some of it's 68 notes.

So many memories 

with each item within my view.

Spending intentional time 

in this space we call a sunroom

overlooking our little lake.

Laughter from main room

of man and teen 

enjoying a man show together.

Ducks quacking in the background 

sounding happy in their 

watery playground.

This night feels cheery

and I wonder why all mankind

don't make for themselves

a place

just to be

alone.

I want to write a book.

As notebook on my lap 

is pretty full.

Maybe even two or three.

My first one most likely 

about God's glory.

In His perfect timing.