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
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