like a gift from the heavens

I sit here

waiting for the rain

singing praises to the gods

of the south wind

and the north swell

I search the cabinet

and chase away spiders

using my boots

as their summer home

there comes a day

never marked on the calendar

when suddenly

we pass from Fall to Winter

easterly dry winds calm

the last leaves crunch underfoot

and the rain comes riding in

on a fresh south breeze

like a gift from the heavens

23 Breaths