Each morning as I gaze through the steam of my first cups brew,
the brilliant red torch of the maple
alights my neighbors yard.
Some day I'll arise and grab that first glow
of the apple tree,
it bares it's jewels in first hours light.
But only viewing through my window, small keyhole
at the side of my keys, I watch as nature
unfurls hidden messages
only my camera sees...a moon...
full in its splendor,
walking tightropes of man's folly...
you can't hurt me yet.
Your misguided notions are still a world away.
But I can gaze into your window,
typing and sipping
you follow your heartstrings,
a song of my Sister Nature
and me,
the Man in the moon...
