I am comfortable
Sitting in my rocker
Talking to my best friend
He suggests I write
About all the beauty
All of the delight
I need His help to
Find my pad and pen
Get up and locate them
Come back and begin
Out in the south east
At about nine o’clock
The sun blazes orange-peach
Through the tall pine trees
They stand at attention
There is no breeze
Straight out the sky is blue
White clouds with a creamy pink hue
The water calm, a steel gray
My metal birds content to stay
Give contrast to the grass
Golden on the crest of
Snow covered dunes
The west seems to be sleeping
My friend says it’s too soon
It will be awake and functioning
Later this afternoon
Be content until then
Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski
December 16, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 