On The Porch, 6 AM

Dawn is approaching, 6 AM, Zack is pacing, growing impatient, I hobble out of bed to let him out, It’s nice out here, I should have coffee on the porch, I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.

Verse For A Golden Retriever

I sit in the evening still, a symphony of cicadas caressing my ears as their chorus trade places with one group of trees for another; not unlike a hypnotic trance. I’m surrounded by a black velvet sky perforated by the pinhole lights of stars. The new moon is hiding its face as the planet Venus gracefully observes. […]

6:00 AM

          Dawn is approaching, 6 AM The animals are stirring… feed us! I hobble out of bed to let Zack out It’s nice out here I should have coffee on the porch I tuck this away, go inside and lock the door.