Pine and Oak and Maple
April to August
Sunrise to dusk
You and I and him and her
Can we enumerate the particulars
Here and now?
Perhaps not. Perhaps
The generalities stand in the way
Of clear perception
The moon feels left out
A handful of truths. Besides
The morning is old again.
This is a metaphor for home.
Everything is colored by previous experience Peter, a good read here.
Les
The moon feels left out
A handful of truths
my favorite elements
Thank you both for visiting. You often add enough to my poems to make me want to write more.
Amo et avanti,
Peter