Riches...

Doors opened to the breeze
Windows at half-mast
Air that is crisp and cool
Summer days just around the corner

Beds that need turning
Waiting for summer blooms
Buds an overnight explosion
As trees prepare their shade

Robins and crows make their incursions
Into a hostile war zone
Food bowl fiercely guarded
By a giant with teeth

Birds call and scream their definace
As her regal head is held high
She watches for the next attack
And growls her defiance at battles lost

I watch and smoke with ankles crossed
Drinking my coffee and smiling over the rim
These are the days to remember
Joy upon joy fills me

I am rich beyond measure
What more can this world offer
Than these quiet beauties
Than these glorious days