My Quiet Place, Soft

My favorite sanctuary is the side porch where I would screen the horizon and amble around to feel the wonder of this place--- robins trill in the morning ;a garden path leads to rows of flowers and plants. At any given day, the round table and brass chairs act as a breakfast nook, night party lounge ( with its cobblestone floor and collage of lights), and wide-open painting /writing room. Transparent glass hinged on French-style frames hangs above my porch with a bevy of orchids trailing below it. My alone time to gather my thoughts and awaken all senses refreshes my soul in this abode. Soft lights glitter through bench on porch As moon carves a flossed line; Words gather to arc hands’ torch On brown pages, reclined. Floral thoughts climb through patio doors Where language reels around The way mist floats like raindrops’ pour Dipping odes wet, I drown. My Quiet Place Contest of Sara Kendrick