A mid-May morning (a poem)

I had not particularly intended to follow today’s prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which is to listen to jazz or classical music, make notes of what comes to mind while you listen, then write a poem about something you thought of while listening. As it turned out, I started this poem while listening to one of Thelonious Monk’s solo recordings on Pandora…

Lonely piano music
accompanies the mood
come this cloudy morning

The spring air
carries an autumnal crispness
a reminder that time will pass

whether or not I’m here to see it

I turn my head
to catch the final moment
of a falling leaf

A few stray grounds remain
at the bottom of my coffee cup
A song from 1985 plays on the radio

and fades away

I hear the neighbor leave for work
it’s time to start the day

(13 May 2015)