Rain

A dark and rainy day in East Tennessee.

Rain drops drip

and hit

against metal awnings

as trees sway

pawing

against the building

lending

a sleepy feeling

with each drop

that drips

and slips

into puddles and pools

calming and soothing

and cooling

a worried mind

letting go of

the hurries and flurries

of to-do lists

and wish

for a warm bed

to snuggle

a muddled mind

to cuddle

sounds of each drop

that hits

with no worries 

to miss

Searching, Dreaming, Finding

This 4900 square foot Victorian beauty is truly a sight to behold and I enjoyed running through it!

Odors from strange houses cling to my clothes, filling my nostrils with memories both pleasant and repulsive. I sneeze.  My eyes begin to water.  My head begins to ache.  My mind begins to wander, back through each house I've seen.  I am left wishing that, in a Frankenstienian way I could combine different elements from each of the houses.  The wood floors from here.  The carpet from there.  The appliances from four houses back.  The woodwork from the favorite house.  The mast suite in the dream house.  A combination of all the office spaces.  The price of the first house.

My head swims with indecision.  Arguments fire back and forth inside my mind and amongst my company.  A decision must be made.  And I know that with whatever decision is made there will be regrets for the ones passed over.  When the decision is made, I will wash my clothes free of all these strange fragrances as I will try to cleanse my mind of all the other choices left behind and focus on all the ones to come.

This was stenciled in the master bedroom of the above Victorian home which was in foreclosure.

Searching for Home

Rain on my face

as I turn to the sky

eyes smile as

I shout

"Hallelujah!"

My kingdom has come

and I would dwell here

the rest of my days