Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Out My Window

Not a breath of air to move the trees,
Not a hint of life or airy breeze,
No flicker of flames from fiery leaves,
No twitch of movement from grassy sheaves.

Autumn morning crisp and bright,
Cloudless skies and shimm'ring light,
Dewy grass on leaf-strewn lawn,
A molten sun greets new day's dawn.


rklllama said...

Beautiful poem, mum, I think this is one of your best.

Lisa said...

Thanks, Bob. You may have noticed I like writing poetry. It is a fascinating exercise.