Walking up to the wood door
Knocking the bronze ring handle
A welcoming voice beckons from within
A cup of fragrant tea to savour in the garden
Rain begins to fall like rolling beads of jade
Shimmering on the lotus flower
In the sun-dappled shade and emerald vines
She stands in a moment of solitude
The squirrel’s playful antics brightening her smile
Across the pond’s softly glimmering surface
A ripple, the crisp breeze smelling of fall
A splash, the sun’s rays igniting golden red scales
A creak of the old wooden gate
The ring of wind chimes floats through the quiet
A bird’s sweet song joins from the treetops
As the sun rolls towards its glowing finale
Game pieces slide across the board
A peaceful ritual to welcome evening’s coming
