Sunlight Under the Poplars by Claude Monet
I walk my heart gathering bits of sun.
Lacy trees sway their limbs in swift hello
while I pleasure in this world of just one
adrift in flower sea orange yellow.
Bird songs drift by on breezes soft yet warm,
air ballerinas twirling on tip toe.
Nature lingering like honey bees swarm,
I'm longing to stay and needing to go.
Life everlasting in fields filled with sun,
and I, an interloper in this dream.
Other-worldly reveries will be spun
after I've gone as sun and wind shall deem.
Flowery fields glisten, shimmer in gold
whispering secrets never to be told.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski