The Poetry In My Day

Saundra


Sitting, listening, taking it all in.
My serenity.
My space.
My windows let the outside in.

It's beautiful.
It's comforting.
It's me.

The birds sing morning, noon, and night.
Their soft songs in the air as they flit in and out of the Yard Bird House.

Sitting, listening, taking it all in.
My sanctuary.
My peace.

My windows let the outside in.
It's me.