From Loft Window

Daily
up the stairs
to the loft

Sitting on my son's
small leather director chair
checking the news and weather
 on television

I glance to my right
 out the window
I see a small flag on an old tree stump
blowing in the wind
Trees are turning golden

Sun is shining on the
old stained glass window.

Could not get an image
to do it justice.

A morning spent in a
country church
singing old familiar hymns

It has been a good day....