Panes of Sunlight

Submitted by Heather on Tue, 09/13/2011 - 00:17

Outside crisp fall blows

The trees are cold and bare

The orange leaves dance on the ground

But the golden sunshine sprawls

Through my windows to my bed

It brightens the green and white check

The brown and white stripes of my comforter

Cat-like, I curl up

Barefooted, toenails painted flashy amber

In the ultimate comfort of jeans and a t-shirt

With an open book

Spreading worlds before me

I cry and laugh, smile and cheer

As the panes of sunshine warm me

 
Author's age when written
22
Genre
Poetry

Comments

E

Tue, 09/13/2011 - 01:14

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I love it :) makes me long for fall-it had cooled down here but now it's back up to 102 degrees during the day....Your poem was a lovely reminder of what hopefully will come!

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Anna

Tue, 09/13/2011 - 20:19

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Did just that today. It's my favorite thing about fall - the atmosphere for reading!

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief