the sleeping sun

Sleeping sun

 

The audacious sun finally showed up

and green was the winter landscape; I also saw

where the sun sets, behind the carob tree

soundly and snug under a carpet of wildflowers

the sun snoozes till dawn.

Over the easterly range, which is the first defence

against Spanish marauders and the rain on the plane

the clouds were dark blue, more rain tomorrow.

I the fading light musical notes dance down a phone line,

The first flirt of spring?

Should it rain tomorrow, I will not be downhearted

this day will keep me warm for a week or so.

 

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cobweb of the impossible ►

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