Odd days

{Listening to this song sparked this blog post.}

Today is an odd day. 

A day I feel like writing,

But somehow cannot 

bring myself 

to write.

A day to stand

and watch the world 

outside my window 

brighten, then dim

dapple, then dark.

Running in the rain

Capturing drops

On pink petals

silhouetted against 

a peek of sun.

My days at home have 

been like this:

disparate mixtures 

of creativity and toil,

quiet and rush.

Summer seems to 

do that - mix up moods,

schedules, thoughts, time;

but somehow this muddle is

the best soil for beauty to bloom.