This vision glad


How beautiful the feeling of the air
Upon my face as I walk beneath old trees.
Sunlight shares their pattern while all’s  bare.
Oh,joyful eye to see such shapes as these.


Under the old cherry I look  at
The little branches  geometric form
My hand  extends as if I want to pat;
To share my joyfulness and feelings warm.


I glance to see the time upon my watch
A gift from one who whom time has torn away.
A tear drops to my cheek and my   heart knocks;
For I must pay my largest bills today


Yet though I miss the bus  again, I’ve had
The wit to pause to see this vision glad


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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