The tress across the street grows at a slant.
I love the view outside my window:
the tall cypress tree
the pink roses
black bees with a touch of yellow
hummingbirds, crows, bright flowers.
The coffee pot hisses.
This Sunday prayer of mine;
I praise my view, lukewarm coffee,
a dog curled into a backwards C,
tucked in between 2 throw pillows.
The biscuits, done baking.
A raspberry crisp covered in tinfoil.
Our living room configured around our lives.
I sit in the pause, in love with my life.