Not the best of days.
Wind driven rain.
Leaves, already weakened
by Autumn’s color shift,
being rudely ripped
from branches.
Yesterday’s gentle tumble
a distant memory.
Trying not to let
my mood mirror the day.
Telling myself that
the prescribed antibiotic
will cure the infection,
and that the prospect
of two dental implants
isn’t high drama.
Along with the rain,
this too shall pass.