Passing Days

The end of the day splays on my window sill Complete with soft rays from the setting sun That casts long shadows from an oak tree To be painted on my shirt before day's done Night creeps in at its own pace. The windows open, feeling a cool breeze. My dog Sam and I rest in our cabin's space. Sam with a bone, me with a beer, crackers, and cheese. Today has been calm, us just sitting here, Watching the quiet movement of another day. Through the window was a passing deer. Sam barked once or twice, the deer went on his way Night falls dark and stars brightly shine Some clouds from a North prevailing wind A chilling fog could cover the coastline And keep all the fishing boats locked in I may fall asleep sitting right here With Sam my companion and friend Hope when we wake the morning skies clear. So Sam and I can do it all over again 9/10/15