It's always on a day like this
When morning kisses me awake
And I
Upon the magic trip
Slip into shirt and jeans.

Then leaning into a cup of tea
I open up the world to see
The news.
So many views (Not many likes)
I choose to enter
Exiting my door
I fall away into much more
Than commonplace.

She looks nice
A face I'd want to look at twice
And so I do.

A bus..a walk..a talk with Sanjay at the Paper shop
Where I often stop to pass the time
And then the park
Stark
A contrast to a month ago when the flow of leaves
Became a river on the ground.
Now
Not a sound except the cracking of a nut
A squirrel but it scampers up the bony tree.

The day I came to see
Has seen it all before
The seasonal shift..the lifting light
The shortest day and the longest night but to me it's new
Or just another look at the same old view
I decide
And provide myself with the truth.