Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
beside the white
Nature’s first green is gold,
the harvest already planted.
The air all full of singing feels just right.
Let it all die.
Having a little fun with poetry today by combing lines from various poems:
Wallace Stevens – Sunday Morning
William Carlos Williams – The Red Wheelbarrow
Robert Frost – Nothing Gold Can Stay
William Carlos Williams – Spring And All
Marilyn Singer – April is a Dog’s Dream
Lew Welch – Springtime in the Rockies