8 p.m.
8 p.m.
The clock winds down
chilly May evening
fireplace warms the family room
Ensconced in our recliners
with sleepy tea, evening vitamins
and strawberry-rhubarb crumble
A kind of heaven
Jazz, already upside down
in her bed, my love and I settle in
to chat, watch, or read
It is in appreciating the simplest of moments that we find heaven.