Streetlamp

gifted thoughts were mailed today
but it was raining outside, so
in the post box they remain...
flowers resting on leaves float
in gentle ponds the rain created,
but there is no sun around to 
heat up their lonely feelings,
wet shoes on the doorstep remain
as coming inside is forbidden
with them on...  bare feet squeak
on the hardwood floors and those
with socks slip and slide their
way from one room to another,
fireplace fires ignite with gas as
allergies prevent real wood...
the rain changed our lives today
we adjust as best as we can but
the wet world outside remains
a distant second thing to see...
a streetlamp sits inside, wrapped
with garlands and tiny lights and
I wonder why it gets the attention.

December 9, 2023