HOME, a new poem about, simply, some time at home

Home

Radiant summer leftovers ––

red begonias in large blue pots.

Rain drips from an open umbrella

shading the patio table.

Leaves from the miniature

cherry tree scatter across glossy grass.

Inside our dog sleeps, slumped

on window seat pillows

overlooking the garden.

To the tune of a dying smoke

detector my husband dozes

in his comfortable chair

work papers spread on his lap.

I’m grateful, I’m sad, all at once.