Poem of the Porch
Poem of the Porch A great symphony Of bells and whistles and Birdsongs; Chatter amongst old friends and new. I am startled by the icy ground – Waking up my nerves And warning me of winter. Strings sit idly by, Ready to be filled with the Melody of today. Numbers chant out place; An anthem of belonging, And engines add in their rumbling piece. Most mornings like this, I would be long gone, Immersed in my daily duties, But today I will join in With the masterpiece. May my voice have a hidden part, My heart be warmed by color, And my footsteps add a rhythm Of their own.