The forecast says
Another storm system
Is making its way
To our region.
It will encourage me
To enjoy a gentle morning
With my dog cuddling
In bed with me.
Coffee is brewing
In the kitchen
And soon my husband
Will bring in the blue and white cup.
What could be better
Than having no schedules,
No Have-to list,
no places to be?
I am looking outside
And the two 
dogwoods
By the bedroom window
Are wearing their crimson dress.
Wild turkeys are sitting
On the bent branches
Gorging on the fat red berries.
They look as content as I feel.
Maybe a hike,
Maybe a stroll,
Maybe a lunch with friends,
The luxury of choice is mine.
I just love weekends like this.
They promise peace of
Heart and soul
In a world of craziness.
Hiking Poet 