Searching for a smile on the morning walk

My family lies all around me ;
The dog is doing what dogs do,
Lying in his mistress's lap.

While the day passes from moment to moment
And the skies outside this living room
Are dark and somewhat foreboding.
There are still many tasks to undertake;
Will I grasp them from below
As the wind blows them away?

Perhaps, perhaps they require
A sturdier foundation.
The clouds are now passing to the southeast
And I ponder the continuing pathway,
Walking through a leaf-glutted woods
Feeling the rough bark, like braille, on the trees.

I am
Searching for the light at the end of my walk,
A smile, perhaps, finding its repose on my face
Seeking that eternal smile of response:

The planter of the trees in this forest.