Beyond My Storm Door

A portal to another realm Etched frame and frost adorned The cadence of the fire’s sound Keeps all my senses warm A vast array of bristlecone pine And snow tipped, Douglas fir Stand just beyond this door of mine Where squirrels and wild game stir A winter blanket, hides the green Covering miles of rolling fields The stretch of land, as white and clean As the picture that it yields Sunshine through my windows Warm up the hardwood floor A magnet for my pup to doze Beneath the morning pour Sipping from my favorite mug A pleasing size and shape It provides, For me, a morning tug It soothes me wide awake These are the days, I find myself When I create my works of art Soaking in my sights and smells Where ideas begin to spark