It's true I left my cozy porch on Pleasure Road
And it was hard, I can't deny that.
But I have been given fair exchange
This back porch on Bent Farm Road
Is more than I could ask for
It faces the sunrise--
The orange glow spreads over
The eastern sky
Rising from behind a distant tree line
And breaking through the branches
Of a closer cedar tree
Mist rises from the meadows
And the night sounds of
cicadas and crickets
Give way to early morning song birds
The crowing of our rooster and the
Clucking of a hen who's laid an egg
The cardinal's here--just like the one who
Sat in my neighbor's tree; here accompanied
By the thrumming wings of a passing
Humming bird, and the tat-a-tat of a woodpecker
And under all the sounds of nature
There is a profound quiet.
No passing cars, no distant interstate
No conversations of passing walkers
Just fields of hay
And a garden of kale and collard greens
With gorgeous red and green Romaine
And end-of-season tomatoes
So here I sit with my morning coffee
Smiling as the sun bathes my face.
There's no question
I am home and He is here
And all is well.
My first poem in my new home in North Carolina. These first few days have been perfect. Cool mornings and warm days--God's own daily poetry. I'm so fortunate to be a part, as Maggie and John David's home becomes mine as well. (9/21/15)
