A Good Quiet Day

Poem By David Howerton

Less time day ends soon
November warm quiet
gentle whisper of wind
in digger pines.
Blown leaves gray-yellow drift across driveway.
Small silence being alone
sip coffee
feel warmth
seep through torso
almost perfect autumn day.

Comments about A Good Quiet Day

I can see you out sipping your coffee. Well described Patricia Gale
Very vivid...I can pictured this in my mind as I was reading it.

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