waiting for the light

The tea bag sticks to the side of my cup
and a kitty caresses my kneecap, happy
I am home
again.
The weather of the day - it can't decide
whether to be sunny or gray
still I feel a lightness of being
even without the warm promise of May
and the way in which a wet
tangerine colored leaf clings to my window
thinking it may get tossed to the wind
or if not
linger awhile there, waiting
for the sunlight to return