A Front Porch View

He sat on a rustic cabin’s front porch.

Mountain peaks in front for him to see.

Back and forth moved his old wooden rocker.

The view framed by pine and juniper trees.

Some dog’s bark echoed in the distance.

An engine wails, straining to climb the pass.

A western tanager lands on top of a telephone pole.

And a deer looks both ways before crossing at last.

Written on September 2, 2020, in Alto, New Mexico

Jimmie Aaron Kepler