Back at home in my favorite chair,
Staring out at the morning light
Gracing the garden shed
Framed by the darkening sky,
The ancient stove, too heavy to move,
The reflections of the flags,
Waving in the breeze,
And the pine cones suspended
From the branches of the eagle’s favorite tree,
I am at peace,
Ready to begin a new day.
No comments:
Post a Comment