the perfect day

Chilly morning
blended

into
perfect

afternoon.

The kind of day
you sit in a rocker
on a porch
and sip wine...

The kind of day
you rest
on a quilt
under the falling
leaves of a tree.

The kind of day
you
drive with the
windows down
on
winding roads
through
towns
that once were.

The kind of day

you stop

to

let the

quiet
stones...

standing wood...

and
growing trees
whisper the stories.

monuments in a field

1930's abandoned filling station Coryell City

fallen fruit