I’m watching clouds
From my couch
Through the window.
I’m lying on my back, looking up.
The wind is stirring 
The sky.
I hear electric wires twitching in the wind
And rubbing against the house,
The wind roaring across the grass --
Old brown leaves are tossed
Up into the air and glide away
To visit someone else’s lawn,
Temporarily.
Time is passing.
The sun was seen today,
And patches of blue,
But now it is on the downward slide.
About an hour and a half left
Before it slips down behind the horizon
And the lights come on.
In another place the sun will rise.
A day has ended and begun.
Another day.

By Diane E. Dockum

April 3, 2026