Knee high
To a spider’s eye. A rippling cry. To where and why. The day is early. The wind is whirling. Sheets unfurling On the line. The breezes pine. The creek sparkles, sweetly Serene, so neatly Through my mind, Flickers fine As I sit discretely, Snapping time. Day’s on the vine. Refresh the feeling. Push up the ceiling. All ways appealing, Sun rays refine. In larger scheme, How it may seem, I hope this moment Not be a dream. But be it so, I won’t let go This fleeting moment In amber glow. 9/16/21
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