Perspectives

 

What I see …
bold against silver shadows of the moon’s face
are busy tree branches stroking with their gentle fingers
to soothe the dark, dark nights.

What I see…
when birds fly by a robust sun’s charismatic
sight, brimming and nurturing, they become
freckles on the day’s complexion.

What I see…
are black ink like shadows – nature swaying
in the distance, silhouettes of another time
and templates for another adventure.

What I see…
in white clouds are poodles chasing birds,
bright skies of dreamy recollections and
and hazy memories.