Porch Swing in Winter

To and Fro…

To and Fro…

Today, I caught Mother Nature relaxing 

On my wooden porch swing.

She is light

And exerts such little effort,

To rock, suspended above cold cement.

Only She seems to hear the music of the roots

Of the cottonwood tree below her, gathering strength,

Preparing for Spring.

The melody must be grand, for she continues,

Enjoying the accompanying rhythm track

Of rattling fence slats, as she glides

To and Fro…

To and Fro…