In sleepy sojourn
through midday heat,
carpet of grass
cooling my feet,
I wade through
sun's splash
of brilliant white --
impossible sight --
blinding blanket of light . . .
and rest myself there
in the branch-thatched glade,
savoring the romance
between sun and shade.
2 comments:
Thank you for the journey. So much of life is not one nor the other - but a mixture.
Why, thank you for sitting in my yard for a spell! (Yes, that was a piece of my yard described there.) It's amazing how Australia can travel to America and back again in the blink of an eye.
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