Rain taps on my window,
but I don’t seem to hear.
I’m buried in myself again
wondering about this year.
It’s gone so fast,
it’s almost past,
and coming to an end.

The wind outside is fitful;
the wind chime does its thing.
The dog yawns and wants a walk,
my heart puts on a wing.
I choose a smile,
we’ll go two miles
completely off the clock.

The rush of time forgets us
and fades away the rain.
Up Broadleaf hill my ragged mind
eases with the gain.
We make the crest
to skate the rest
and leave the world behind.