While the breeze blows in,
sending a chill through my room;
A tall mug of cinnamon apple spiced tea
warms me from the inside.
While the curtain sways silently,
providing further proof of the breeze;
My thoughts cause a ruckus within,
fighting to be heard.
I think about the day full of rain,
how it made for a pleasantly slow day;
Leaving behind the lingering earthy smell,
that wraps itself around me in silence.
I think of my precious mother,
and the guilt I feel for not visiting her more;
It would only take me an hour and a half to walk,
how hard could it be?
I think of my husband at work,
most likely wishing he were home with me;
Not that I could blame him,
after-all, I am rather pleasant company.
I think about God,
and how much He has blessed me;
despite my mistakes and blunders,
I am blessed beyond comprehension.