Out Our Wall of Windows

 Out Our Wall of Windows


A rabbit eyes me standing at the window, returns to his clover.

The rising sun lights maple leaves a translucent green.

As the tree’s boughs bow in the breeze, last night’s raindrops shower down.

In the woods, rain-laden leaves, shining with sun, seem to wink in the wind.

Orioles flicker at the feeder, little suns themselves.

Our lawn, more of a meadow, welcomes grazing deer to its diversity of green.

It is a surround of green suffused by sunlight.


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