I want to stay here writing
in the cool of my room
leaning against these pillows
my two dogs dozing silently.Â
The song of cicadas rises and falls.
The heat of July shimnmers just
beyond the walls of what is knownÂ
as my house. And the grace of
this fact humbles me.
I love this one!
Well, thank you, Michele. It is true, I often marvel that I own a house, a yard, big walnut trees. And I love my mornings so very much.