and I
am cherishing

soft sounds
of traffic on the road
bright sheen of sunlight
reflecting from the plum tree
into my eyes

the magpie song

the autumn lushness
of vegetables
not yet turned
by season change
by cold and frost
from verdant green

the stillness
of air and light
breath withheld
above the garden
while I gaze
beyond the aroma of my coffee

© Frank Prem, 2017

April 2017 Poem #18: pretty day


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