there is friendliness of the sun
when mornings parting clouds,
pouring in the window,
a glowing yellow beam,
leaning the same spot
on the wall
feeling the floor,
slowly stretching like a cat
shifting as the hours pass
until gone from east window glass
doing sky work for the day, then back again
wakeup time tomorrow
2 comments:
Your poem is a beautiful way to think of sunlight, as it visits through our windows and interacts with our homes, "feeling the floor, slowly stretching like a cat."
Hi Jack, Your poem is beautiful, and makes me want to pay better attention again to the simple beauty of the world. Thank you, as always, for sharing your poems.
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