These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Lull

Adrenaline's not needed now.
The frantic pace has found its rest.
Successful season takes its bow.
A moment's pause shows we are blest.

Each tear of thankfulness finds place
upon the cheek of one made whole
by waiting in this time of grace,
reflecting on Life's next-made goal.

The beat of days drives ever on,
but in its raucous rim-shot sound
we stretch our arms, emit a yawn,
and thank The Lord for peace, new-found.

Our birds have found a playful tune
as squirrels chase 'round every branch.
Some gentle plants through night and noon
respond quite well in greenhouse "ranch."

The cats find space to curl and sleep
or preen their fur to better be.
My dog, so close, can breathe and reap
the benefits of fresh air free.

These days, still short, cause me to sit
in early hours before the dark.
My mind, it waits with thoughts to knit
to reach for every witty spark.

The traffic din, a white noise makes
as ticky-tack, the keys do fly.
The curtain of the day o'ertakes
as to the work I soon must hie.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 27th, 2023