morning sun through waterstained windows
while the coffee brews, midsummer
slowly stretches through the house, the garden
lazily weeded, the plans for the day unwritten.
waiting in uncertainty is what I do
when I wait for you, the grass morningwet
nearly to my knees, the sky still undecided.
the robins have finished with their nest
so I can finally take it down
and paint the shed they built on.