Poems From The Porch

The world is alive with sound this morning.

Even a surprise owl is adding his voice to the day’s song.

Sweet smells of spring and lavish wildflowers

are offering their own texture to the sacred present.

Pools of still water are reflecting under the great trees,

as evidence of the night’s thunderous storms.

No breeze has yet to stir,

but the coolness of the moment is enveloping everything

with the freshness of the season.

All of this is mine to enjoy in abundance,

my heart an overflowing repository

of gratitude for this gift.

Only a few…