The yellow light of day Is alive, in its own way. Filtering particles of dust Floating around, as they must. Yellowed sky, sparkling, So very enchanting In its own infinity. This day becomes me.
09/01/2009
Posted on 09/01/2009Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
Lovely, unforced rhyming in this one. This poem makes me want to go outside. Your last line provides that final engagement. Nice.
