and I do love the way morning light falls in May –
right up to the blue kitchen tile!
It hangs out there ’til fall
then slinks back down the hall
[and the world goes all gray for a while.]
The ivy’s abundant [or is that redundant]
the windows are green all around
and petunia smells sweet
when there’s not too much heat –
all my joy is weighed here – by the pound!
[and my heaven’s right here on the ground.]