I'm feeling a poet...ere poetic.

I don't know if it was because I put poem up yesterday or it was just a good moment. While over at the folks sitting in the back yard I got this line running in my head. So I wrote it down. That lead to another line and another until I had written the poem below.

On the porch

The fading orb
Dapples trees with light.
A gust
And multihued green
Shimmers in the slacking summer sun.
Chimes tinkle
The blowing breeze.
Morning dove coos
Mourning the coming night.

Alone on the back porch
I sit
Witness.
And for a moment,
A single moment
I am content.