Through a Window on a Sunday Morning

 

Daffodils bursting butter yellow
From a warming poltice
Of last years leaves

A cross cut lawn
In ancient tartan
Kelley and lincoln green

Forsythia fireworks 
A sunburst
Igniting the split rail fence

Dove grey sky
With lady rain misting
A gossamer veil

My spade rests 
Waiting patiently
Against the dormant locust

I am content to watch and sigh
This soft warm moment
Painted ethereally
For me alone





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-07 at 15:01

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Nicely exposited. The tartan lawn!
2021-04-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Gentle and contemplative, spring is surely here

Elle x
2021-04-07


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Such vivid word picture you've painted, Joe. I'm content to read and sigh!
2021-04-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Are such sites that can beheld from windows there to see
Ken D
2021-04-07