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
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