Blame It On Mother

I am often mid-sentence when 

I glance out the window and find

myself disattracted by the light. I

usually grab my camera and 

quickly head for the door.

My husband doesn't

seem to mind my abrupt exit.

Perhaps he doesn't notice that

I'm actually gone and that words 

are no longer being spoken.

I'll blame it on Mother Nature.

She is, after all, the reason shadows

frolic in the yard every evening

and grass shimmers like

diamonds early morn.