
When basking in the sun is the agenda of the day. You are blissed out.
When basking in the sun is the agenda of the day. You are blissed out.
Warm winter sun
mild and shy
meekly easing out
haze obscuring the morning sky
lights up the grassy meadows
enlivens the trees
warms the dew drop
on the grass and the leaves
golden drop is shared
equal and fair
rich and poor
each get their share
patiently attending to all
alive and dead
all those awake
and those in bed
All obligations met
it comes to my porch
resting a while
before it resumes to scorch
He likes my company
I talk no shop
and when he wants to go
I never stop
We just sip coffee
with no Joy or Sorrow
No plans for the day
No expectations of tomorrow
At these moments
time ceases to run
moments spent lazily on the porch
with warm winter sun
light shines real
shadow grabs the attention
Love binds me and you
Life
is an infinite experience
Death
is a delusion of finite experience
Land changes it’s form
cloulds curdle the Milky sky
Wings fly pristine