Sunday, March 06, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 76

Dark eyes, still as a moonless night,
peek from beneath a dark curl
of bleached brown bush
awaiting the green paintbrush of spring.
an orange feathered sun explodes
into flight and lands with purpose
in the still frosted grass
a fat earthworm who,
tired of winter darkness,
came out to enjoy the rare sunbeam
and in doing so,
cast an unfortunate shadow
for the robin to enjoy as breakfast.

1 comment:

Jen Crossley said...

A Beautiful poem Jan