Sip coffee

Early morning breeze rippling through fir trees

Scent of evergreen wafting through lifting fog
Fresh cut logs piled high aside cabin wall

A lakeside view Thoreau would envy
Sip again from steaming mug,
Watching last moonbeams fade into pink sunrise
Birdsong punctuating the pre-dawn hush

It’s not much
But then again, what do we really need?
A roof over our heads, food to eat,
Perhaps a book or two to read?

Nothing more satisfying than simplicity
Watching sun pour across the horizon,
Birdsong crescendos to a cacophony

The concrete jungle long forgotten,
Modern luxuries of civilization suffocating

Just let me breathe