From My window
as quiet as a river I can
watch The moon Shiver
in the breeze its beams
glimmer through the fronds
of palm trees.
Hibiscus wave like children
their mouths move silently,
hands of garland reach out to
one another.
I am grateful for the sweet
drape of your eyes that like
fluttering wings of birds lift
the shawl of darkness.
poly-chromatic butterflies
breach their chrysalis,
Tiny microcosms carried on
the wind over the horizon
vanishing into an arching sky.
These are the riches
The colors of the world
passing through us.

Thank you John
You are very welcome, Holly!!!
Thank you 😊🌹
You are welcome.
Thank you John for Holly’s beautiful words. ❤️🤗🙏
You are very welcome.