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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