There is something
about the sun crested trees
in early spring mornings

that awakens the mind
to the deep peace
of the moment.

While my dear one
rises from our bed
I sit in windows

like a cat
and watch
leaves begin to unfurl

slowly at first
then graciously.
Wherever I live

in the forest or the city
in the moments when desire
arouses in me a certain joy

in the constantly flowing
green of the world
which opens and closes

with the passing of days
I’ll sit in windows
my hands clasped in my lap

my head tilted
to golden crowns
and the sky beyond.

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Michael David Roberts tends his garden and writes in his greenhouse in the Pacific Northwest, where he moved in 2015 to find rain. He is an emeritus professor, who taught community college English in California and Washington for nearly 40 years. He has published poetry in Appalachia, Chelsea, Comstock Review, Verse Daily, and other journals.