Satisfied
Curls of smoke draped lazily across the shoulders of the sky
The ethereal sounds of the Robins signal that Spring is drawing nigh
The smell of burning logs ruminate in peaceful minds at rest
And dinners cooked over that open fire simply just taste the best
The feel of the hammock and the cozy quilt are the final touch
Senses filled to flood stage with contentment, peace, and such
The cold air of nightfall caresses patches of exposed pieces of skin
A celestial shuffle behind the curtain, signals the light show is about to begin
The taste of toasted marshmallow dances lightly to the pallet’s delight
And the lullaby of satisfied senses sends us yawning into that good night