Watching The Day As She Ends, a poem

 31MAY10

Watching The Day As She Ends

The phone call between

me and the 'puter geek guy

was interrupted.

I found Dale and Pop

coming back from the mailbox.

There were no letters! :(

We heard thunder from 

the south and signed at the thought

of rain. No such luck!

The dimmed light through cloud

cast an otherworldly glow

on the ground below.

Magnolia and

Mimosa and Gardenia

blossoms enthralled us.

Tomorrow's Delight

was foretold by the pale pink

clouds and soft blue sky.

Pop and I--on the

side porch--don't really mind that

we're not on the phone.

We're just loving the

beauty, watching the day as

she comes to her end.