Some Days Rain Gold...

One of my favourite fall things; Cortland apples! I began this poem yesterday as I laughed out loud as I attempted to balance backdrops never exposed on the page where a poem serenely rests. Yesterday morning's poem backdrop;I put in a load of laundry first thing in the morning. Later, as I walked to the washing machine to change the load I stepped on a little toy car I didn't see and the next thing I knewI was sitting in a puddle of  'Sie-shlop' aka pig-slop/compost scraps.Why?!! because the night before after I got home kinda late, then, after calling Jim (truckdriver husband), I decided I can't leave the kitchen all in a mess so I did the dishes, piled in the sink because of some more pressing things that needed doing after kiddos left, before leaving for Small Group, (aka church Bible Study/encourage each other group)but because it was almost midnight I decided to set the compost bowl on the laundry room floor till morning--and that's where I landed, in a big puddle of  'YUCK!'I cleaned up midst phone calls and texts like 'can you use carrots?'so I paused to pop over to my sister's house to pick them up  then, since I was on the road I stopped by Orchard Lane (local country store) to get some apples before their Cortland apple bin is empty,and THEN, I returned home to finish the poem still in progress 😅 I snapped this photo at my sister's placewhen I picked up the carrots.It was raining gold! Stunning. Behind the ink that spills love's verseWe weather life's for better-worseWhere thrills and spills erupt and mergeIn medleys of delight and dirge So then, let's be more patient, dearsNothing is quite as it appearsSome days are smiles and some are frownsLife's miles, a purge/surge of ups and downs Sometimes life is warm handshakeA cup of tea, a slice of cakeSometimes it is a fist, clenched, meanA ka-pow where wide smiles had been Behind the part that meets our eyes A hidden world of learning liesThe ink that spills in poetryCulled from so much we never see In life's poetry, still unpennedLet's treat people we meet, as friendBecause of backdrops hid from viewSome days rain gold, some cold gray-blue  Janet Martin Today is a mingling of cold gray and culled gold...