mirror in my view
i do the opposite
of what i see
mirror in my view
i do the opposite
of what i see
waking to darkness
my soul rails against the gloom
then my eyes open
winter morning chill
Devon’s gleam in Venus’s belt
joy melts the heart
lying in still grass
missing the sway of tree limbs
soon will be gone
up at the crack of dawn
running a fool’s errand
beautiful sunrise
birds singing and sky-dancing
nature’s infectious joy