Window scenes

White, light on sight,
as swans in a lake
flowing with a breeze,
fluffy puffs of spring
glide across my gaze.

As tiptoeing at midnight
lest we awaken ghosts,
floating, beyond reach—
like truffle, treacle tarts,
hover those clouds.

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Morning walk in Pasadena, California

Wake up, walk out

Seeing fresh fruit ripe

the fruits of early rising

nature flowering