Source: Liquid light
Month: October 2015
Liquid light
I sit where
The soil meets the stream.
The still water reflects sky
And trees.
It is here
Where the notes
Of the piano
Waft in the air
Like a heady perfume.
Behind long
Late afternoon
Liquid light
Dancers dance behind
Bare windows.
I wait for my daughter
To retreat from the glass room
And touch the reflection
That looks back at her
Where the leaves float
In the silvered stream.
By J. Hamilton