
Triangular, the slits of morning sun
sit on my windowsill. The pine trees wave
with sunlit shadow, limbs and boughs not done
with partnered dancing. I don’t want to stave
this scene off. Such a small and simple thing
gives energy to my piqued sense of sight.
I love the interplay of green and light
that lends such luxury, like nature’s king.
June 14, 2012 at 11:23 am
Maggie …very nice poem , really enjoyed it ..nicely thought out …Tim
June 14, 2012 at 12:44 pm
Lovely.
June 14, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Thank you, Tim and Soul Walker.