My porch has become my new favorite spot to just hang out and chill at the end of the day. Many nights I take out my notebook and do some writing…..this is what I came up with last night…..

Front Porch

            She holds court from her throne on the front porch. Her eyes scan the barnyard counting every feather on her chickens. She watches as her Barn-Cats-in-Waiting lay in a splendor at her feet, bathing themselves with the afternoon sun.

            She notices every bud, flower, leaf and branch of her voluptuous trees. The birds sing to the farm great songs of happiness. The low mull as the cow’s sway in the pasture eating sweet tender grasses.

Bees swarm to the lilacs and the first hatch of butterflies chase them off with their hunger of a first meal. Crickets chirrup and the peepers try to talk over them incessantly.

The breezes of early summer tease of impending rain, turning the leaves over to their pale side. The mighty oak bends and swerves trying to right them back over.

Her garden, not far off, makes for castle walls, a fortress of sanctuary that only she can rein over. All from her throne on the front porch.