My Rocking Chair and I

Come winter when nature’s nudity starks

Blossoms furl in frozen stupor

And roots sleep in snow blanket hibernation…

My rocking chair and I take by the fireplace

 

Come spring when apple blossoms fragrant the air

Lilacs perfume through the crevices

And junipers open to the glory of sun drenched days…

My rocking chair and I take to the veranda

 

Deep floorboard groves – inside…outside…

The mystery of hypnotic flames

The rhythms of nature’s perfection

Move

My Rocking Chair and I

I wish you a happy Easter and a spring of new beginnings.

Thank you for being a part of my community.

In deep appreciation,

Gloria