Sun pours through the skylight
The feline shadows play
On countertops, across the walls
The bowing heads of trees contend
Amorous in summer wind
The counter where I cook is bright
And it is raining light.
This is beautiful Frank, it is raining a lot more heavy here in ol' Blighty! I enjoyed reading this though, there is still plenty of sunshine in it to warm us here. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice indeed. Loved this one, Hopeyou have many bright showers coming in. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX