These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

On the Porch

Quiet moments on the porch.
See the limbs above.
Many, without leaves just now,
perches for the doves.

Quiet moments absent flowers,
waiting for the spring.
Brown and green, the basecoat tints,
but in joy, we sing.

Quiet moments, wood and brick
make the domicile.
Sweetly through the pleasant yard,
stillness for a while.

Quiet moments, fading sun
warns of coming night.
Chillier the windy breath,
aiding plants in plight.

Quiet moments all too soon
come to a storied end.
Soak them into your own heart,
that your peace will mend.

by Jay O’Toole
on February 20th, 2024