Seedlings To Steer Me From Saturday's Table

Oh what blue sky put on pallet To beckon me revise my plan Altered, that a day in sunlight Be my just reward For taking calls from jilted lovers Who sought advice They will not necessarily use But worthy tools I lend Thinking they'll not be returned But okay... I see this day Stretched out like a sheet Drying on a summer's clothesline Flapping in the fragrant breeze And mine alone to do as I please The tempting tease of what comes next I'm not perplexed, but feeling blessed Having sprouted my Spring blooming Seedlings to steer me from Saturday's table Make merry in the moment If today I am able Take my limbs to long walk Whistling at the passing winds of change It knows my face and calls me by name