Notebook open, page turned wide
Lazy thoughts I never hide
Sunlight dancing through my tea
This is all the day needs to be
I hum a line, I tap a beat
Scribble moments, small and sweet
Porch notes, floating in the breeze
Simple words that put me at ease
Not a story, not a song
Just the place where I belong
Porch notes, soft and plain
Rhyming thoughts with windowpane
Every breath a quiet phrase
Carried by the slow sun rays
Neighbors laugh a block away
Birds debate the time of day
None of it’s about to last
But I smile as it drifts past
I hum a line, I tap a beat
Scribble moments, small and sweet
Porch notes, floating in the breeze
Simple words that put me at ease
Not a story, not a song
Just the place where I belong
Porch notes, soft and plain
Rhyming thoughts with windowpane
Every breath a quiet phrase
Carried by the slow sun rays
You don’t need a masterpiece
To find a little bit of peace
Just a pen and open view
And a minute just for you
Porch notes, wide and free
Little truths that visit me
Not too sharp and not too deep
Just enough to softly keep
Porch notes, let them stay
With the sunlight in my day
I may never read them back
But I love the way they stack