Monday, May 10, 2010

waxing poetic again


sunlight dances on fluttering leaves
as branches bend, stretching in the wind
my soul content to lay beneath sky
so clear and blue, with air warm and soft
baptising these old bones and making me feel new
on velvet grass I gaze above at that golden disc
thinking how lovely it is to be spring

1 comment:

  1. inspired by the way the late afternoon sunlight hits the moving leaves, creating a flickering light show in the trees.

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