In Quiet Tranquility

Here I sit in the womb of room gazing out into the sunlit day consuming its tranquility, In moss trimmed trees squirrels play hide-and-seek between branches laden with leaves hued with shades of sunset colorings camouflaging other aerial anchor tenants, The cerulean sky—polka dotted with cottage cheese like clouds canopies the terrestrial scene, Red breasted cardinals ape and peck away like jumping checker moves—Beaks darting between chlorophyll sheened blades of grass— the unseen restless wind images its ever presence; So, Here I sit in the womb of room gazing out into the sunlit day consuming its tranquility.