A collection of poetry that has, as its central theme, been observed from the front porch. Meadows, grasslands, and forest surround this porch, and the chipping sparrows, dandelions, hemlock trees, and other sorts of mischief dictate the words and images that are transcribed on these pages. Seasons pass, rain falls down, and winds blow by, and they are all listened to carefully. Cats and children and faerie processions wander by, and are written down before they wander off.