Now I sit in the rocker by the window.

The motion,

The melodious creak bringing me 

Comfort.

And I stare at the trees and the clouds

Swaying in the rhythm of the wind.

An occasional

Blue jay or dove stops within my view 

In search of nourishment.

And I let my mind wander where it will

As light slowly

Slinks away to make room

For

Night.