A gray suburban Sunday morning framed by the kitchen window,
Autumn leaves struggle to hang from branches for one more day,
A still-green grass is covered by their yellowing siblings who took an early fall,
They drift around the yard in a windy bid at finding a new life.
Morning coffee steams on the table, Babka to its side,
A week-old magazine open to a trailblazing young doctor’s profile,
The future seems positively inspiring on the glossy pages,
Seep of coffee, harvest sweet bites from the plate, no crumb left behind.
Cat Nami sniffs the chilly air through the slightly open window,
The day ahead is hinting; chores, creative tasks, relaxation, the range,
Writing a story chapter, a poem, brave weather for a walk,
The coffee cup and plate are empty, the kitchen sink is next.
The Ash tree in the front yard lost all its leaves,