Sunny leaf nimbus
Hangs in my kitchen window;
Dark woods lie beyond.
The patient inch worm
Suspended from his high branch
Just waits in the breeze.
Olivia stares
From her dark and shady barn,
Just munching her hay.
Absorbed in her book
Susan sits on her front lawn:
Portrait in stillness.
Hanging over trees
Puff clouds seem ready to fall;
(But they never do.)
Looking to my left--
The sun has not reached it yet;
Two levels of light.
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