My Happy Place
SOLACE, PEACE AND SERENITY
My Porch, My Reverie, My Happy Place
In the gentle cradle of my porch swing’s embrace,
I sway to the fan’s breeze, a serene trace.
Upon brilliant pillows, striped with life’s hues,
I opine, meditate, and whisper my views.
The chorus of birds, a symphony so divine,
Serenades the sunrise, in golden lines.
Macho ferns stand guard, a verdant display,
On pedestals of green, where light plays.
Concrete flower boxes, a vibrant cascade,
Gerber daisies bloom, in the sun’s serenade.
Yellow, red, orange—a fiery dance,
Nature’s palette, given a chance.
Black rocking chairs, patient and still,
Await the joy of a sitter’s thrill.
Green and white stripes, cushions so grand,
Rocking gently, by a tender hand.
The barn red door, with windows of old,
Welcomes all, with stories untold.
1924 whispers through its frame,
A portal to history, a house with a name.
Pepper Miller
Handmade birdhouses, a miniature world,
Beside a wreath where spring is unfurled.
A sanctuary for wings, a craft of care,
A touch of whimsy, floating in the air.
Thunderstorms rage, a spectacle to see,
From my sheltered perch, I watch in glee.
Heaven’s bolts, a powerful sight,
Illuminating skies, in the cloak of night.
Torrential rains nourish, a gift so divine,
Feeding the earth, from the hands of the sublime.
Ethereal beauty, from my God above,
This is my porch, my reverie, my trove of love.
May this poem reflect the beauty and peace of your
cherished porch, or a place where you find solace and joy.