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


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  1. Pingback: Liquid light | Le cose piu belle (the most beautiful things)

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