Monday, June 18, 2012

The morning seeps in

It is clearly a day to hang low.  So I am.   I am waving at the trees from the sidelines, like the Queen of England, only without the matching hat, or crown, for that matter.

The morning seeps in,
It seeps in.
The robin hops and hopes for worms
On the lawn.
Out the window
The trees are green and silver,
Silver and green.
The leaves wave at me
Through the glass.
I wave back
Like the Queen of England.
From the sidelines
The trees invite me
To dance with them
On the lawn.

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