Half way through my book
Golden light shines through shutters.
Leaves sit still in jars.
In a quiet room
The sun invites itself in
Settling quickly.
For a few moments
It opens itself to me.
Ka chick. How pleasant.
Half way through my book
Golden light shines through shutters.
Leaves sit still in jars.
In a quiet room
The sun invites itself in
Settling quickly.
For a few moments
It opens itself to me.
Ka chick. How pleasant.
