Gifts Of Grace

A piece about those things you cannot buy, but are good for your soul.

Just beyond the afternoon's soft kiss goodbye,
the setting of the sun lets the heat gently lift from the earth.
Sitting in a big, cozy, fluffy chair
my view of this show is better than money can buy.
Watching the birds flying off, yes-
 Into the sunset.
I can 'wax poetic' for a moment, for that too is free.

While the grass starts to cool;
a fog begins to appear
Hauntingly, as if a ghost from long ago
is stopping by to see what's become of the place.
But no phantom images materialize from the mist and
the scent of the evening blossoms
which have all opened takes over
now that the dreaded Sun has gone to bed.

Author's Note

I hope you can feel a small measure of peace through this write.