Here in my haven, the Flat Irons in full view
A benefit to the loss of leaves as winter ensues.
To my left is the bustle of a town in motion.
Before me, fire blazes, warming chill’s potion.
Dragonfly dances in her coppery cloud in the tree
Sunlight dazzles and blue sky is what I see.
Surrounded by my carefully chosen new delights
Comforted by the photo of my family in sight.
Boulder isn’t cobalt, blue ocean and warm island breeze;
But it is all and everything that does seem to please.
Adaptability must be my middle name.
Wherever I am, I am the same.