A front porch gift arrives from bright sun rays this morning.
Images settle on my white-wicker chair’s green cushions.
For moments my shadowy coffee cup on the porch railing
and breeze-blown Lorapetalum leaves are caught on canvas.
This image, although a bit fuzzy, reminds me of time’s flight.
In minutes, as with contents in the cup, the warm sun will shift,
memories will mix and mingle to settle in the heart’s keeping.
A glance at green cushions enables one to see—green cushions.
More coffee will be poured as sun and shadows settle elsewhere.