A wooden porch, painted white

Sitting criss-cross-applesauce in a creeking rocking chair

The sun is just starting to say hello

My coffee no where near cold

I watch the dogs run about

Through acres, and acres of land

Full of adventure,

The sleepy cat on the swinging bed

A mourning dove singing her song

The smell of wild flowers and dew fill the air

You step out of the screen door

Your bed head is prominent,

You stretch your arms up high

Then lean down and lay a kiss on my head

You say “good morning”

You sit down next to me

Watching the trees sway slowly back and forth

You grab my hand,

And on our little porch, it’s just us,

And nature

Like nothing else matters but here and now

Then you finally say “blueberry or chocolate pancakes?”

And I say “both”