The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
The winter sun peeps
over the cold horizon;
silver-dusted land.
by Scooj
Bright white stripes disrupt
flat screen technology; sun
peeping through the blinds.
by Scooj
Brightness penetrates
through the leafy canopy;
Summer here at last.
by Scooj
My daughter and cat
drift across the decking
tracking the sunlight.
by Scooj
I sit sunbathing
on the garden bench, eyes shut;
could be anywhere.
by Scooj
This beautiful land
so much enhanced by the hand
of Sulis; Spring freed.
by Scooj
.
A visitation,
a moment at the window
and then it is gone.
by Scooj
Pocket handkerchief
lawns attended to in this
first weekend of sun.
by Scooj
Warm February
sun brings me cheer when there is
so much work to do.
by Scooj
In the shaft of light
dust particles dance gently;
warm winter sun ray.
by Scooj