A Sunroom's Gift

a wall clock indicates almost noon
windows up - five out of twelve,
a cool breeze enters...
pushed by tree arms just outside
blocked sunlight not inside,
flashing mirrors keep birds away
hummingbirds too, much to
our mutual dismay...
strips of silver ribbons reflect
a persistent light prevails,
summer rain last night fell
moisture seeps into and around
a fresh mowed lawn...
birds squawk high in the branches
balancing on the bobbing limb,
blackened clouds from the west
approach our southern location,
pushing out the pastel blues
with the precision of a boxer,
pressures rise - temperatures fall
drops of water hit the roof
along with muted thunder...
doors close on my winged thoughts
just like on the inclement weather,
safe, sound, and protect are we now,
sitting underneath our sunroom roof.

June 8, 2025