Seated reading girl Nestled near tiny mimosa tree Shimmering butterfly flutters by
Crackled globe Casts speckled glow Towards gnomes seated below
Peeking out through Bushy philodendrons Faux mosaic lamps
Cloudy days Leave dark marks Empty holes
Longing for lost luster
Early 2005 one of my first free form poems I ever wrote.It describes our suburban green patch in Texas . It was published in my college literary magazine and garnered my Professor's praise .