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Poems From The Porch



The Dazzling Ordinary


The fragrance, the silkiness, the water droplets glistening; the roses are offering themselves to the morning, not yet kissed by the sun.


A small frog, the color of camouflage, is exposed on the white porch railing. His eyes look up searchingly, and he holds his breath when he sees me, signaling fear.


But I don’t want the little being to be afraid. I want the breathing to resume its fast rhythm, and the precious creature to feel relaxed in my presence.


Maybe it’s a tall order, and now he’s gone. It was a chance encounter.


There are plenty of cats around, though, and a hummingbird visited the feeder.


It’s time for me to leave the rocking chair and do something else, but I don’t want to; especially now that the sunlight has reached the roses and is streaming across the porch floor.

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