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.