Woods White with fire

Poems of Shantiam

Sunny Afternoon

Soaked in pearly sunshine,
bare feet sunk in soft, cool grass,
see me sit beside the violets
next to my ripe yellow door.

Enjoy this sunny silence.
Step in from the dusty street,
come and greet me as if you knew me,
shake my hand and share a smile.

Sit upon this bench here,
do not say a word, my friend.
Let us listen to the sparrows
telling us the latest news.

© Aigha