My Little Box Of Sky…

My Little Box Of Sky…

I didn’t know that ravens flocked,
Until I saw them flying home for the evening.

It’s January in Southern California,
A time of cool evenings as the three-quarters Moon waxes above me.

Palm fronds wave at me as I chill with a cigar,
Watching magenta fade from the clouds.

I have moved over two-thousand miles,
And now I’ve unpacked my little box of sky.

A hummingbird meandered down the fence line this morning,
Just over the blooming lemon tree over our kitchen window.

The paint in the house is drying,
But never does it dry above me.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 1/30/2015

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