The Sixth of January
by David
Budbill
as collected in Good Poems, ed by Garrison
Keillor
The cat sits on the back of the sofa
looking
out the window through the softly falling
snow
at the last bit of gray
light.
I can't say the sun is going
down.
We haven't seen the sun for two
months.
Who cares?
I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this
stillness.
The only sound the occasional gurgle of
tea
coming out of the pot and into the
cup.
How can this
be?
Such calm, such peace, such
solitude
in this world of woe.
8 comments:
Naughty teacup stole your chair when you weren't looking!
Great post! Love the poem.
Lovely! The only thing missing in the picture is a cat.
all you need to make this one perfect is Joey sitting atop the "blue" chair! Perfect poem for a perfect day!
Such a wonderful poem for tea lovers.
VERY poignant...how calming a cup of tea in this world of chaos... Everyone ought to drink tea! And, yes, were' was Joey for the photo shoot? ;o) ((HUGS))
Lovely poem - especially the part about tea!
What a great pairing of photo and verse!
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