Laura Dvorak 5:47 p.m., Dec. 6
Poem: Paradise Found
Gorgeous view of the mountains.
Eagles making soft circles in the sky as the sun sets;
It glows orange, red and purple, casting faint shadows over the natural terrain.
The sky drenched in a cornflower blue and wispy clouds.
The moon ever present in the light.
As the wind blows lazily through the trees;
The songbirds go home to rest for the night, chirping quietly, creating natures rhythmic music.
We sit on a porch swing sipping a glass of wine, holding hands.
Paradise found in my back yard.