Outside my window the rain is drizzly and grey, but after weeks of temps in the 80s and high humidity, I welcome the rain.
A perfect day to dust, right?
So I'm dusting and tidying up my bookshelves.
And I ran across this gem. A skinny book, it was hiding between my thick Flip Dictionary and a very old guide to using Scrivener.
I rescued GETTING THE MAIL by Cathy Cultice Lentes to read again.
And I found the perfect poem for today.
The first line made me put away my dust cloth: "I will never have clean windows."
The last lines made me roll up my sleeves:
"I dry my hands, reroll my sleeves, for the real work to be done."
And Cathy isn't talking about washing windows.
She has the heart of a poet.
Here's the book:
(note my dust cloth, at rest)
GETTING THE MAIL, published by Finishing Line Press. You may order from your favorite independent bookstore.
Take time to enjoy a poem today. After all, it's April and that's Poetry Month, you know.