I can’t say I’m ruminating
when I sit washed
in green, nor am
I talking to
another, present or unseen.
I simply sit,
wordless, watching
as sunlight ebbs
and flows among the trees, fashioning
a gentle wave
that takes me to
a distant shore.
JDG
I can’t say I’m ruminating
when I sit washed
in green, nor am
I talking to
another, present or unseen.
I simply sit,
wordless, watching
as sunlight ebbs
and flows among the trees, fashioning
a gentle wave
that takes me to
a distant shore.
JDG
I really like this one, Joan.
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