These days are special
a cool sun punctures the clouds
offering respite.
by Scooj
These days are special
a cool sun punctures the clouds
offering respite.
by Scooj
Where early frost lay
only damp traces remain
winter sunshine melt.
by Scooj
.
Under clean blue skies
the puppy and I share time
scouting the garden.
.
by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
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Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Brightness penetrates
through the leafy canopy;
Summer here at last.
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My daughter and cat
drift across the decking
tracking the sunlight.
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I sit sunbathing
on the garden bench, eyes shut;
could be anywhere.
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This beautiful land
so much enhanced by the hand
of Sulis; Spring freed.
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.
A visitation,
a moment at the window
and then it is gone.
by Scooj