My Backyard Reverie

 It’s early Monday morning. 4:30 a.m. 

We’re having some thunder, lightening and rain. That’s what

woke me up. i like summer rain. The smell and sound of it.

It’s not quite daylight. The solar lights still aglow in the backyard.

i stand on the porch, caught in a trancelike stare at what’s 

before me. The quiet beauty of this backyard. 

So peaceful and pretty. The many memories of family

and friends it holds in its shelter. And i’m grateful

Lightening darts, and dashes across the sky 

breaking my reverie.

 A warm breeze gently sways the leaves on the trees. 

There’s a rhythm to their movement like there’s a 

rhythm to life; breathing in and out 

Like the swaying of the leaves, we sway back and

forth adapting and adjusting to the music of life.