Sparkle in the grass
As the sunlight approaches my feet
I think to take off my shoes, my socks
To feel the morning on my body
In fact I do that right now
I walk, in bare feet, around the garden
First I feel the warmth, on my side
As I pass by the pampas grass
Then I realise that the ground is damp in parts
More so than in others
Where the shade has already lifted
I return towards the bench
Note the sunlight, dancing among the plum tree’s leaves
Which in turn
By the time I sit down again to write
Are casting their shadows of joy
Onto the pure white paper
The stone slabs, beneath my feet, are cold, stone cold
Yet the birds, in the apple trees, also beyond
They do not know this
For their airspace, their territory
Is already becoming warm
Their dew has today already lifted
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