Tiny Home

Wind outside my tiny home, wreaking chaos on its porch Wicker chairs and potted plants, stand firmly against its force Finely tuned chimes sound loudly, sending sweetly toned notes into the night A candle I’ve lit flickers, with the flow of cool currents through aging wooden panes As the warm glow from the fire, now comforting, fends off the chill from a cool springtime rain Tuxedo cats hardly notice a thing, intertwined into something resembling a fine sable Opening one eye on occasion, then quickly returning to twilight The fire logs let out a soft sounding hiss, as they shrink into hot glowing embers Fixing my gaze towards its vibrant colors. Comforting, Hypnotic Drift off to sleep with sounds of a storm. Who’s sharp pitches and tones Guiding me gently like binaural beats and theta waves Into another state, created by conscious choice. A world of making all my own