(one Tuesday morning)
Small circles of steam rise
from seething ground shiny beans
soaring just within
touching the glass surfaces
of the french windows,
celebrating mid morning blessings
sun is bright yellow, kindly shining,
simultaneously, it showers
touching...nourishing
hydrangeas, purplish wood sorrels
snake plants, lilies...and my soul.
there's laughing and hurrying to gather
near-dry clothes from the clothesline,
the rush adds fun to the day's delight,
forgetting for a while life's sad plights.
sun and rain, together,
influence my day, my life, my future
there's a small voice i always endure
i listen, though, with some pressure
to possible changes in my future
i ponder, but my eyes are captured
they stray further, as two yellow birds
perch and search for food
upon the sturdy pine tree.
eyes blink on, trying to recapture
earlier thoughts...i see, there are
no more circles of steam
to reflect on....they
have now vanished,
found their way
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out--
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of the
french
windows...
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 24, 2021
