Morning light filters through fluttering leaves
Layers of obscure clarity seem to gyrate
As shadows liven upon my computer screen
Ghostly images appear to flicker and undulate
The playful apparitions soon disappear
Urging a shoulder glance to the window sill
Small glass bottles glisten in rainbow hues
Returning my focus… images no longer spill
10/31/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem