The beauty of the day
Is that the beauty of the day is with us
The reflections on the ceiling are from the crystals
The sparkling lights heightened by strong sunlight
There is certainty in the solidness of the shadows
And warmth in that first cup of tea of the day
So, just for a moment
I want to reflect on the table-top
With its box of tissues, computer, several
Books, a scattering of coasters, old headphones
(The new ones are beside my chair)
Also, the remote for our overhead projector
A couple of leads for iPhone or similar
Two pairs of glasses and a pencil
Oh, and best of all, streams of sunlight
Which cast a cornucopia of shadows
