The Sun

The sun tosses a wink
An open pause
I perch to see
Long thin shadows
And cracks of darkness
In the holes of my garden

Nature guides my eye
To the silver leaf maple
The tiny temples of the pine tree
Layers of green branches
Draping the light
For my inner song

I honour the angry bird
The rustle of the tree
The dirty windows
A shiny thought
Or the paint peeling
On my favourite chair

I crave the sun
In a jest of joy
I hold it as laughter
To my senses
And as it fades
My mood wrinkles

It is a twinkle
In our daily dance
around the moon
It is enthusiasm
To my bones
To my breath