Dark eyes, still as a moonless night,peek from beneath a dark curl
of bleached brown bush
awaiting the green paintbrush of spring.
Suddenly...
an orange feathered sun explodes
into flight and lands with purpose
in the still frosted grass
watching...
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:
A Beautiful poem Jan
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