for fall’s echoes
to pool upon my ceiling,
watch how
a shadow pond
collects itself there
in ripples
of wind and trees
and light and
shimmering, glimmering,
floating currents
’round about
that light fixture …
i swear i can feel a shadow breeze
as i rest under its banks
my eyes hold their breath
until…
i too float

This makes me want to drift like a feather on dusty sunbeams…
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🙂 thanks so much for ur encouragement 🙂
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You’re very welcome. 😊
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I can feel the reflections from the light reflecting on the window. Beautiful poem. So glad to connect with you through your poetry. Blessings Roland
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Thank you thank you thank you:)
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