Doorway

Doorway

A cold and windy day

Outside and inside my life

Despite my gratitude

For all that life brings to me

Over the roof next door

Branches move in a tree

This rolling breeze strips

The remainder leaves to ground

Much like those tossed

Below the porch I stare

Across to the sea of grass

Of this tiny lawn between

What ate the walnuts

Thrown to my porch

Raccoons or possums

They'll have more tonight

Then I can't let more go

Their Christmas gift seen

From a poor man edged

In his walker at the doorway

Barry G. Wick