Boulder Morning

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.