The sunlight falls
Onto the roses
Also though the leaded light window
Then over my shoulder’s stitches
To cast its shadows
Onto the long wall with pictures
All across this expanse
The effects of the breeze
On the trees, the leaves, and the hedges
Becomes apparent to be
As if a troupe of ballet dancers
On the rippled sands beside the sea
From a flurry to a calm
In plain sight
Before the crystals cast their light
How else to catch the wind as it breathes
But through the wavering shadows
Of those fleeting autumn leaves
The bronze statue
On the tall lacquer table
Is unmoved by the plant wobbling
Textures of the darkness, shaken
With the light
As on another morning we slowly waken
