Thursday, February 28, 2013

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…