Companionship

Mountains
of warm laundry
piled on the bed —
our two cats
nestled on top —
asleep & content.

Dark clouds
follow the crow
feathers rain
down.

Driving home
crossing under the flyway
geese honk & fertilize
my windshield.   

          Rain
           drops
      drip
            their
     way
          down
     the
          leaves
        of
            a
          t
          r
          e
          e

Trees
writing
poems
on each
passing
cloud —
their
skyward
scrawl
read
around
the
world —
inspiring
life.

Rain pelts
alder trees —
catkins fall
into the creek —
tiny rafts of
seeds floating
out to sea.

In the storm’s wake —
sidewalks covered
with thousands of
fragrant petals —
each breath
drenched in
cherry tree
potpourri.

Closing my eyes
I open my arms
& embrace the
moment.

Lonely words
find companionship
in a poem.