Look Poem by Joseph D E Phillips

Look.
Light seeps through maple leaves
like stained glass windows
veins the frames between colors.

Stop talking.
A little brown ant
waves her fuzzy antennae
looking for a bite to eat

Seriously, are we at work?
Stop talking about work.
Clouds swirl like cream in morning coffee
gray against blue.

I know you hate that girl
but you must hate yourself more.
Birds of countless variety
have come to play us their new symphony

but you didn't notice
any of it
did you?
A cool breeze caresses like a lover.

Inhale
deeply
this
now.