Through a Country Window

Reclining in my favorite,

low rocking chair

inside a calico blue kitchen

scented by pumpkin spice muffins.

I gaze through the window

to a point where sun strikes leaves of shimmering gold

strung on trees in autumn.

In straw fields

lie orange pumpkin rounds

as corn stalk sentries

stand tall and erect.

It is time to harvest

and reap in good thoughts.