A way of Life

A way of life. To paint

When all is still.

The quiet morning stirs

The cold light slowly

Kills the stars.

The patio

vaguely mirrors

Clouds.

Aroma......

Caressed by the sounds

Of shifting leaves.

To live the life of thankfulness. This house

With white walls in and out

Where selfish plans dissolve in love

Of life. Where morning light awakes my heart

To prayer. Where quietness feels warm

In the sound of an absent sea.

To have a wife

Whose soul beams beauty

Whose quiet feet

Delight upon the cold slab

In the shimmering morning light

Her white dress chuckling

In the breeze