The Trees are Heavy
by Charlotte Keniston
Today the trees are heavy
With flowers and fog
With mist and rain
People are quitting their houses
Just to make it another day
If we were all farmers
We would not be quitting our houses
So soon
Maybe not at all today
I do not know where
My apples and oats come from
Except to say
That they come from the earth
The good earth
Created by the good Lord
It is good to rest this morning
With apples and oats
Piping hot
Like my coffee, too
I am already done sleeping
Having let the day gently roll back the covers
Having laid their for longer than schedule
I found my thoughts wondering
And then settled on this thought for today:
Grace…be with grace today
As much grace as possible