Fall Shines on Monday: A beautiful poem by Cindy Gregg

Monday by Cindy Gregg On this first day of November it is cold as a cave, the sky the color of neutral third parties. I am cutting carrots for the chicken soup. Knife against carrot again and again sends a plop of pennies into the pan. These cents, when held to the gray light, hold no noble president, only stills of some kaleidoscope caught being pensive... and beautiful, in the eye of this beholder, who did not expect this moment of marvel while making an early supper for the hungry children. "Monday" by Cindy Gregg, from Suddenly Autumn. © Wordplay Press, 2010.