This morning’s poem
Juxtaposition
Ragged leaves hanging limp in the heat
Hole-y and spotted against the steely sky
The delicate shades of living green
Dark green, light green, bright green, bless my eyes
Relieving the pain of metal and pavement
Wafting a hint of oxygen my way
as they tremble in a passing breeze . . . .
. . . . swan . . . .