The darkness has faded and
the blue and white clarity
of the early morning autumn fills my being,
a cool, gentle breeze blowing just enough
to let me know and feel so alive.
A small gray cat rubs up against my leg
as I sit on the open wooden porch,
the long hard night of work behind me
and all tomorrow's worries still far away,
as I wait for you to get home.
So I sit here alone on the porch
of our small house in the country,
writing these words in a worn notebook,
the cat now warm and purring in my lap,and
I am overcome with a feeling so fresh and pure
and tranquil.
I exist totally in this moment of contentment,
and everything feels right in my world,
and I hold on to it in my heart and mind
and
