Splendor

A cup of strong coffee
Fire crackling at my feet
Night falling around me
And a stump for my seat.

The woodlands in slumber
And a hoot owl near
The leaves softly stirring
With the North Star so clear.

A man is no man
Surrounded by walls
Framed in by paintings
Of nature lining his halls.

But let him breathe stars
Spangling the night
Let him make fire
To give him his light

And somewhere within
Deep in his breast
A warmth will begin
And spread through the rest.

I’ve no need for company
There’s communion for me
With this splendored creation
Around me I see.