Radiant summer leftovers—
red begonias in large blue pots.
Rain drips from an open umbrella
that shades the patio table.
Leaves from the cherry tree
scatter across glossy grass.
Inside our dog sleeps, slumped
on window seat pillows overlooking
the garden. My husband dozes
in his favorite chair to the tune
of a dying smoke detector
work papers spread on his lap.
I’m grateful, I’m sad, all at once.