A Poem for Julia, on the Occasion of Her Twentieth Birthday

Life’s in a comfortable bed
with down blankets
and plenty of pillows
on a cool rainy November day.
Hot chocolate and a good book,
the cat moved to steal his warm spot,
rain beating down on the eaves
bringing sleep between chapters,
no longer the sound of dry leaves,
carrying suspense away
like water in the gutters.

© 2010 James P. Webb