Poems From The Porch

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It is a peaceful morning on the porch;

blue jays hoping in the pines

the predictable rooster crowing his greeting,

a matronly avian perched on a post,

neat webs of lace hovering above the grass

and laden with dew.

An ethereal effect is veiling the trees,

cast by the mist slowly vanishing.

It is delightful to watch as the sun makes his presence known

in intangible rays of light.

There is no physicality to radiance,

but it can be embodied as

the illuminating Presence of Love.