Frank Avon


Outside My Window Xxi - Poem by Frank Avon

December sunlight
is all I see,
and the residue of summer gone -

December sunlight
and the long shadows
aslant from the west.

And here I sit in splendor
inside my bay window,
warm and cozy,

words flourishing at my elbow
as if they were hardy cosmos
or roses climbing:

the poetry of John Keats,
Innocence and Experience,
religious poems of America,
The Tree of Life.

I hear singing;
with my eyes closed
I see them float by:

lumina gloria
exuding from god or goddess
for the moment, of this world,

nimbus
blown
by

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, poems, winter, glory


Comments about Outside My Window Xxi by Frank Avon

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/6/2015 2:53:00 AM)


    Wonderful December Sunlight is climbing with shadow in this shared imagery. Fantastic sharing done definitely.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015



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