the church of nouns and verbs

Paul Gauguin, By The Stream, 1885

There’s a place in my yard where I can watch
the sun set between the trees. Evening comes on
as slow as can be, and a cool breeze blows away
the summer heat. My granddaughter runs up,
she wants to draw on the patio with chalk.
Soon, she'll want a small story as well.
Breathe, James, breathe. The gifts of this life
are all aroun…