Sitting In the Sun
I awaken to sunbeams
pushing back the night;
the day solidifies
before my eyes,
ignoring the ticking clock
ghosts squeak their disapproval
in faded floorboards,
paintings sharpen,
and graceful cats
pace in the hallway
stained glass accepts the light,
and colors crawl along the wall;
we all shine,
perhaps reluctantly,
sitting in the sun
Copyright © Kim Mcadam | Year Posted 2019
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