Poems From The Porch
Stepping onto the porch feels like I’ve entered an avian party in progress.
Everyone is chatting brightly,
with the rooster loudly vying for attention.
Scanning the scene, I see a hummingbird visiting the buffet.
The room is stylishly decorated with magenta vincas, fuchsia crêpe myrtle blossoms, and every shade of green.
The ceiling is a clear sky blue,
and the lighting casts interesting shadows like the sun.
As I settle into my rocker, the hungry hummingbird flies over to take my measure,
and feline Jane jumps presumptuously on my lap.
She has become affectionate lately,
even allowing me to kiss her head in greeting.
When she hops off, Sparkle, then Stubbs, take her place,
making me feel welcome and at home at the gathering.
The smile in my full heart reaches my lips.
I am so grateful to have been invited.
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