Molten sun creeps past
its oaken frame to fill eyes
with quick rainbow shards.
Moments, gone to a new stage;
en passant, flirts with tree moss.
J Richards of Sanford, Florida, offers visual and written commentary, poetry and quirkery.
Molten sun creeps past
its oaken frame to fill eyes
with quick rainbow shards.
Moments, gone to a new stage;
en passant, flirts with tree moss.
Molten sun creeps past
its oaken frame to fill eyes
with quick rainbow shards.
Big of you, Friday,
to come ’round so oft cheerful
when you know what’s next!
stark, ‘cane-stripped tree
under a cold sun: bare limbs
shiver in the breeze
Corner of my ear
jealous my peripheral
eye gets attention.
My dyslexia
is an old friend who intrudes
on my P’s and Q’s.