Rainy Afternoon

The rain has come
for a visit.
It's unexpected
but not unwelcome.
It makes for a good excuse
to sit cozy inside
and work on a mountain
of things that eat away my time.
The rain is good company.
With it's constant babble,
it doesn't let the conversation
dissipate very often.
We share tea together
and talk of other visits
we've had.
I'm reminded of summer's leaving
and I feel a tinge of loss
that our love was breif as always
and winter seems to stay so long.
Though I know summer will always
come back.
The rain understands.
and reminds me also
of other visits we've had together.
The days spend inside and dry and bored.
Or the ones spent soaking wet.
The rain is in a mellow mood today.
Sometimes it can get angry
and storm in upturning everything
or come hard and fast
making everything dear float away.
Showing us what's really important.
But today rain simply wants
to come for tea,
and have a moment of my time.

Reflecting

I stumbled upon a slight bit
of the past I call my own today.
looking back I see what my naive
young eyes and heart were blind to.
It is so strange to think
that I thought myself mature
I thought myself wise
I thought myself unbreakable.
But that was then.
And now?
I am not wise
nor mature
nor unbreakable.
I am still a child in my own eyes
steeped in folly
and oh so fragile.
It is only now that I see
things for what they really were
the wolf disguised as my dear granny
and me standing
wise staring with my basket of goodies.