waking up to rain, and cats circling

(1)

waking up to rain, and cats circling
from her pre-sleep brain--
swirls of om shanti left over
resurface--just in time-

the openness of heart,
a promise to self- to make a
start whatever is happening
around--heavy rain, blotched

windows, mimicking her complexion;
tortilla chips left in the wooden
bowl on the table top- tossed,
and just wondering why

we keep coming back to the simple--
when the world focuses on the
complexities- flinging a high-
stress economy onto poets, &
dreamers, such celebrated snow
flakes--hearts' fluttering

(2)

in a warm rainy sunday--she's festooned
with a black beret from her dad,
picked up in scotland, and
she's wrapped in a tawny/grey/black
blanket from ireland

a purple needle pointed pillow from wales,
she shares with cats flanked around her--
and her baby grand from england- a gift
from nana and pop- from her matrilineal side
she has ignored while waiting out the storm

(3)

the warm air haunts, the rain soothes
at least the tea cozy in a thick plaid
cotton keeps the tea
hot for a little while--
we don't agree,

but she respects your style-
your picking up a cup of tea ,
drunk in a heavy metal
cup- savored all up- with honey,
and lemon goes along for the ride

(4)

it's a classic wind swept sunday
listening to music from all nations--
she leans in.....................
with a growing appreciation

for the music to provoke different
areas of one palatial brain--
along with the incessant light rain

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18