That familiar breeze fills the air,
It's harsh and mean.
But when it kisses your face.
It's like an old friend
That smells like dew and rain.
A pathway lies in front of you,
Cobbled as it is.
Two planes of green surround it.
A tree so big and mighty
It's limbs stretched far and wide,
Covering this here grounds.
The sounds of this here morning
Crickets and birds alike.
Sitting here waiting,
For the end of this dewy morning life.
On The Porch
March 19, 2018