Saturday Afternoon.

He sweeps the honey-colored floor
of the living-room and when he reaches
the window, he sees me and waves,
makes a silly face so I’ll laugh.

Outside in the garden I rake leaves
into heaps of copper and gold.
I’m wearing gloves that don’t fit
and a ridiculous woolen hat.

In a black and white blur,
our dog darts out from under
the rose bush where she’s been curled
and flies through the open front door.

She barks at the broom as it crosses
the floor making dust clouds that
hang in the air like wintry breaths.

We exchange glances as we watch
the prancing antics of our dog,
aware how happiness really can be
as simple as this.

Though no words are said,
we are smiling, both our heads nodding
in lovely, silent agreement.