In the gentle whispers of a spring day breeze
The crackling and rustling of autumn leaves
The powdery sand sifting through my fingers
The fluffy white snow in my yard that lingers
The first few glittering rays of the morning sun
the reds and blues when the day is done
The steaming hot fiery red mug
The down comforter where I am snug
the eyes of Cheney whom I love
In the quiet prayers sent above
The first tender notes of Amazing Grace
The smiles on Sophie’s face
Giggles and squirms of Sadie Clara
In the pink and green tube of my mascara
The barks, the whimpers, and the howls of the hounds
The comforting noise of beach sounds
The crashing waves upon the shore
the strong graceful wings of the eagle’s soar.
My flaming red hot chi
The gift from Ulta that is often free
64 colored crayon box
The mix-matched pattern of my woolen sox.
Smooth decadent Godiva chocolate bars
The descending of a falling star.
The love and the joy, the stress and the pain
That is where my poetry remains.