Sitting on the porch

Heat from day does scorch

Soft breeze stirs the air

Weaving though my hair

Stare as cardinals perch

Mind drifts with a search

Reach for exact words

Thumping heart is stirred

Pen and paper wait

I start to create

Pen begins with marks

As creation starts

Stare into the trees

Leaves twirl with the breeze

As the lines pop out

Break a smile that shouts

When I reach my goal

Lyric now is whole

Sit back with a grin

Always feel a win

Nature is my muse

Inspires writing cues

Porch is where I write

Where lyrics take flight