October's early morning sunlight
through the kitchen window
scented geraniums brought in from out of doors
though they could have stayed on the porch
as the weather's yet to turn very cool.
Rosemary sprouting in a jelly jar
some kind of a strange looking succulent that my daughter gifted me
but mostly the sunlight
enough to warm the kitchen as I fill the kettle.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for
the evidence of things not seen.