~ by Lawrence Hall
This morning I had planned to clear and burn
more of that summer-fallen live-oak tree;
that giver of firewood against the winter cold
(I have more warmth than I will need – want some?)
But the afternoon’s rain arrived at dawn.
I am inside with coffee, books, and thoughts,
and meditations upon the rhythms
of raindrops as they dance upon the panes
This morning I had planned to clear and burn,
but I have my books
and so, will give this day a thoughtful turn