Speaking volumes

The usual people spoke way too much.   Others... not so much.  The trees lining our way to and from the meeting spoke volumes.

Mid-afternoon in the gray,

The leaves appear even brighter

Reds and oranges

Even still the greens.

The meeting which often runs late,

Ends early.

No one has much to say.

I wonder if other people’s heads

Contain what I am thinking.

Maybe so.

Perhaps not.

The way home

Bright oranges and reds

On each side of the road,

Speaks volumes.

Longer beginning

Some days require a longer beginning.  I skipped the workout this morning because it would have meant too many morning transitions.  God willing I will work out later, after my morning meetings.  Now I write, drink coffee, contemplate the cat.

I stayed home to write,

Claimed a longer beginning

To the day.

Later this morning

I have three meetings scheduled

In a row.

All need me

Focused

So I am here at home.

I do one thing at a time

From my chair.

Now it involves

Coffee and writing.

This is my longer beginning

No sudden transitions.

We consider the day

The cat and I.

I write.

He slits his eyes,

The morning nap.

I slowly move on

To cereal with fruit.