Friday, February 9, 2018

Front Porch

Country evenings
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the stars come out

Fireflies blinking in and out of existence
Like a small beacon
They float upon the breeze

The soft gentle breeze
Blowing through our hair
Watching the hayfield dance

The sky chage color

As the sun drifts away

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