Autumn dune grass swings and sways
like golden waves of grain.
I watch while listening to Big Lake’s waves
roaring over the dune like thunderous rain.
Driving through the heartland
we once just took for granted —
then bored, but never again;
because we feel trapped and stranded.
Yet, there is much comfort here
while looking out the window
or wandering nature without fear.
Oh, my, look! Three fawns and mother doe.
Then Irish butter and cinnamon on raisin toast,
and the warm comfort of gourmet coffee roast —
The epicurean eats his toast,
drinks his gourmet coffee, and then
sets pen to paper. Nice.