Today
Warm is the day
this lake my own.
Flowers lean and sway
this shore my throne.
Clouds high drifting
a satisfying sight.
Mornings blush shifting
a true delight.
Noon’s high sun
a bird on the wing.
Mid day silently done
a most pleasant thing.
Long shadows grow
The sun lost to my sight.
Daytime has let go
time to say goodnight.
Copyright © Peter Fifield | Year Posted 2015
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