FRONT PORCH MAGIC
Dusk, and street lights begin to illuminate the near surroundings .
Long grass stems missed by the mower shadow across the lawn,
Palm shadows compete in the evening dance on the porch wall,
Undulating gently in the southern spring breeze.
A wind chime tinkles softly.
Silently, a bunny hops near the walkway and stops,
Sitting there as if entranced by the night shadows,
Snacks on something in the weedy lawn; heather maybe?
I watch to be sure it doesn’t nibble my newly planted Lantanas.
A dog walker causes it to quickly disappear into the hedge.
Cricket sounds erupt somewhere close by in the foliage
But they hide their singing selves from my inquisitive eyes.
The peepers across the street have a full chorus,
Somewhere in the distance a small dog barks
And a chuck-will’s-widow repeats his nightly echoing call.
Come sit with me in the porch rocker.
Listen to the night sounds.
Listen to the silence.
Be one with nature for a moment or two.
Find peace in your heart.