Photo Credit: David Slotto
I sit in dappled
early morning light
sipping poetry—
earth-bound,
heaven-infused.
Nature simmers beauty,
breathes the freshness
of a flawless new day.
The shadow of a hawk
flutters by,
skims dry-grass-
gold of a near-by hill.
A blackbird nags.
Wrens and finches punctuate
from pendulous branches
of our cherry tree.
A flash of orange
meets orange. Copulates.
Red hot pokers
seduce orioles.
Ample branches
of our Ash
conduct the choir.
I applaud.
Submitted to dVerse Poets’ Pub, Open Link Night.
