My heart longs for the slow paced life,
found in the cadence of the porch swing.
Wrapped in a blanket, nestled into you
while my red painted toes gently press
into the dry and worn porch boards
that creak as we sway,
while we talk and watch the fireflies
at the end of each day.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
My heart longs for the slow paced life,
found in the cadence of the porch swing.
Wrapped in a blanket, nestled into you
while my red painted toes gently press
into the dry and worn porch boards
that creak as we sway,
while we talk and watch the fireflies
at the end of each day.