Day 7

At the End of the Day
My breath catches as I drive
On a cool night with jazz in the air
And I feel calm and alive
While yearning notes rise like a prayer.

I do not think now
Of time spent with you--
Content to drink now
Of melodies blue.

Soft rain falls, but no matter,
For blue warms to gold, house lit with kin;
Simple meal, playful chatter,
Bear hugs and laughter, I'm welcomed in.

My worries are few
In my cozy bed--
And I'm content to
Be loved and well-fed.