The Bright Sun

The shining sun woke me this morning.
I was startled by the glory of its light.

My plans today are vague.
The steps I take will be spontaneous.
I don’t need to know the future.

My visit to the square is fun.
I see the flowers full of natural beauty.

The clouds are spread above.
I see the blue and laugh.
The sun is shaded and I walk home.

William Wayne Smith

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Original Image Yosemite by Pedro Szekely [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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