sitting on the porch

listening to the linville river

sing against the rocks as

the breeze carries just enough

air to say" him here".

birds singing from everywhere

as cows across the field call

out for joy as hay is rolled

out for dinner.

the woodpecker parents take

turns, flying in and out of

the tree, most likely feeding

babies, poking their head out...

looking up, down, and side to

side before during out for another run.

shadows growing longer, stretching

across the yard and the river

as the sun settles into its final

stretch on this side, staying the

course until morning presents it again