It’s Monday morning 
But no longer early 
The clouds are tender white
Laced in gentle blue 
I love when they fill the sky
They soften..everything 
I counted four ducks
Whistling on the wing
I love when they do 
As much as I love 
When they arrive
After a long summer away
A touch of rain Is starting 
It plays in circles on the pond
I love when it does 
Even though it means for me
That it’s time to go
I watched the deer again 
I see them often now
I love it when I do
Their strength and graceful silence 
Makes me think of you 
I guess by now you know 
That I love that too…

ellie894 October 14, 2019

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